4th of July

Jimmy blew his mind on the 4th of July
He blew his brains into the sky
He'd been working part time on the factory line
And though he saved every nickel he couldn't save a dime

And when the shot rang out across the nation
The whole town was there
Even the mayor
But they looked the other way

It was a red hot Wednesday in Arkansas
And poor old Jimmy couldn't take no more
You see life's a getting hard on the working man
And the dreams are getting fewer in the promised land

Yeah when the shot rang out across the nation
The whole town was there
Even the mayor
But they looked the other way
They looked the other way
Guitar!

Jimmy blew his mind on the 4th of July
He blew his brains into the sky
And as Sally she wept the sky lit up
The flags went high oh what a day to die

Yeah you better hold on
Hold on
You gotta hold on
All you gotta do is hold on

You gotta hold on
Hold on
You gotta hold on



Credits
Writer(s): Esben Kronborg Rasmussen
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