

(yeah) From the quiet woods
of northern Maine
To the open deserts on the Texas plain
Three hundred million hear the iron bell ring
Every hand on the trigger,
let the metal sing
Yeah we got the cold steel waiting on the rack
And the sound of a engine ready to attack
(oh yeah)
Under the eagle soaring high in the sun
Where the freedom is guarded by the barrel
of a gun Got our boots on the ground and our liberty
won
Three hundred million strong under the sun
(sing it loud!)
We got iron in the valley,
target ranges in the West
In every single county we are putting it to the test
There's a firing line clicking on a Saturday night
Underneath the wide open starry light
Coast to coast, every town,
every street Three hundred million strong and we never retreat (no we
don't!)
Under the eagle soaring high in the sun
Where the freedom is guarded by the barrel of a gun Got
our boots on the ground and our liberty won
Three hundred million strong under the sun (yeah!)
Just a
proud nation standing on our own
ground (mm-mmh)