Todd Clouser: Music

I wrote to a letter to the president, had money for a stamp to waste
I burnt my face in the dirty south, I'd had enough of your games
I lit my ciga ciga rette in a southern town
Watched them burnin burnin burnin all the discos down

You gotta be loud kid to get your way
You gotta learn how to say

I was made by the devil on the 4th of July

I turned my radio low, to find the preachers talking good and straight
I confessed with the book in my hand, but I’m the only one that changed
And I step, step, stepped on a country train
Put all my bills in the good lord’s name
Shook the flag like a bottle in wind, I shook the flag, I shook the flag

You got me buried in your heavy arms
No matter where I run I am yours

I was made by the devil on the 4th of July

Shake the flag like a bottle in wind, I shook the flag, I shook the flag


I as made by the devil on the 4th of July