there are people in this country who work hard every day
not for fame or fortune do they strive
but the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay
and it’s time a few of them were recognized

hello detroit auto workers, let me thank you for your time
you work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line
hello pittsburgh steel mill workers, let me thank you for your time
you work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line

this is for the one who swings the hammer, driving home the nail
or the one behind the counter, ringing up the sale
or the one who fights the fires, the one who brings the mail
for everyone who works behind the scenes

you can see them every morning in the factories and the fields
in the city streets and the quiet country towns
working together like spokes inside a wheel
they keep this country turning around

hello kansas wheat field farmer, let me thank you for your time
you work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line
hello west virginia coal miner, let me thank you for your time
you work a forty hour week for a livin’, just to send it on down the line

this is for the one who drives the big rig, up and down the road
or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
for everyone who works behind the scenes

with a spirit you can’t replace with no machine
hello america let me thank you for your time

a better word for love
(al anderson / gary nicholson)

here’s another morning
soon she’ll be waking up
i watched her and wonder
if there’s a better word for love

so many times i’ve told her
it never seems enough
so i keep searching
for a better word for love

moaning, stumbling, wondering
when i find a way
‘cos i know she knows
there’s nothing more to say

tonight when i’m out walking
i’ll asked the stars above
if out there somewhere
there’s a better word for love

moaning, stumbling, wondering
when i find a way
‘cos i know she knows
there’s nothing more to say

so here’s another morning
soon she’ll be waking up
i guess i’ll just hold her tight
‘til there’s a better word for love
i guess i’ll just hold her tight
‘til there’s a better word for love

written by susan longacre, walt aldridge, and gary baker

there’s a road that i remember leading to a special place
where the door was always open to a smiling face
there’s a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me
it’s always the same, there’s a stocking with my name

and a candle in the window, a flame against the night
there’s a candle in the window, it’s like god’s perfect light
it don’t take a lot of money to know what riches are
just a candle in the window

maybe it’s just wishful thiking i can hear the sleigh bells ring
almost taste teh pie she’s baking, it’s christmas eve

and there’s a candle in the window, a flame against the night
the candle in the window, it’s like god’s perfect light
it don’t take a lot of money to know what riches are
just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart

wherever the years may take me no matter how far i go
there’s going to be a candle burning, it’s always nice to know
it don’t take a lot of money to know what riches are
just a candle in the window and christmas in your heart

words and music by larry shell

i’ve seen him plow a field of corn all day.
that’s reality.
his overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity.
he talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it’s gonna rain.
told me ’bout the flood of twenty-nine that washed the crops away.

chorus:
underneath that alabama sky, grandpa told me ’bout the things he’d seen.
underneath that alabama sky, i listened to my grandpa’s memories.

at times he mentions grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear.
sometimes we’d take her picture down and sit and pretend that she’s still
here.
three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty.
and when they fin’lly have to carry him away, they’ll take a lot of me.

chorus

chorus

american pride something you feel inside
something you can’t describe american pride

dad said, "son i’m proud you won
but the game is more than any toy"
mama said, "now son say sir and say ma’am
and be proud you’re southern born"
you play when you’re hurt and you work when you’re tired
’cause that was grandpa’s way
and the biscuits are better at granny’s house
and the gravy taste great all day

american pride yes it is something you feel inside
soemthing you can’t describe, something you cannot hide
american pride something you feel inside
traditions run deep and wide with american pride

when a baby is born we all celebrate
with tears of joy in family eyes
’cause we all know the baby will grow up with american pride
yeah we work and we play and we have our own ways
and we don’t all look alike
but if the cause is right we stand up and fight
to protect our american pride

sing it, sing it, sing it

american pride yes it is something you feel inside
it’s something you can’t describe, it’s something you can’t hide
american pride something you feel inside
traditions run deep and wide with american pride

with american pride, it’s american pride