This isn't for the ones who blindly follow
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Jingoistic bumper stickers telling you
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To love it or leave it, and you'd better love Jesus
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And get out of the way of the red, white and blue
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This isn't for the ones who buy their six packs
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At the 7-Eleven where the clerk makes change
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Whose accent makes clear he sure ain't from here
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They call him a camel jockey instead of his name
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Chorus:
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No this is for the ones who stand their ground
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When the lines in the sand get deeper
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When the whole world seems to be upside down
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And the shots being taken get cheaper
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This isn't for the ones who would gladly swallow
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Everything their leader would have them know
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Bowing and kissing, while the truth goes missing
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Bring it on he crows, putting on his big show
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This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies
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Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong
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Claiming I'm the decider, like some sort of messiah
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While another day passes and a hundred souls gone
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Chorus
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This is for the ones that I see above me
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Three little stars in a great big sky
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Light for the world and hope for the weary
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They try
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This isn't for the ones with their radio signal
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Calling for bonfires and boycotts they rave
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Exhorting their listeners to spit on the sinners
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While counting the bucks of advertising they'll save
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This isn't for you and you know who you are
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So do what you want 'cuz I know that you can
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But I've got to be true to myself and to you
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So on with the song, I don't give a damn
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(For the Dixie Chicks)
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On With The Song
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |