Some came from the Motherland
But our Pahs were already here built to last
Built to stand inside our hearts inside our heads
And they call us the young country
And names that arent so pretty and they call us the young
And they call us the young country
They stole our future changed the plans tore apart our shaking hands
And they call us the young country
And names that arent so pretty Americanized
Then victimized sometimes the devil wears a different disguise
And they called us the young
And they call us the young country tore apart our shaking hands
And they call us the young country and names that arent so pretty and they call us the Young and they call us the young country
Fought our wars up and down this land the first the second and Vietnam
And they call us the young
And they call us the young country
This countries in my blood face down in the mud
Under the Southern Cross under the blood under the blood
These on Yas - The Young Country Lyrics
These on Yas - The Young Country Lyrics
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Some came from the Motherland
But our Pahs were already here built to last
Built to stand inside our hearts inside our heads
And they call us the young country
And names that arent so pretty and they call us the young
And they call us the young country
They stole our future changed the plans tore apart our shaking hands
And they call us the young country
And names that arent so pretty Americanized
Then victimized sometimes the devil wears a different disguise
And they called us the young
And they call us the young country tore apart our shaking hands
And they call us the young country and names that arent so pretty and they call us the Young and they call us the young country
Fought our wars up and down this land the first the second and Vietnam
And they call us the young
And they call us the young country
This countries in my blood face down in the mud
Under the Southern Cross under the blood under the blood
But our Pahs were already here built to last
Built to stand inside our hearts inside our heads
And they call us the young country
And names that arent so pretty and they call us the young
And they call us the young country
They stole our future changed the plans tore apart our shaking hands
And they call us the young country
And names that arent so pretty Americanized
Then victimized sometimes the devil wears a different disguise
And they called us the young
And they call us the young country tore apart our shaking hands
And they call us the young country and names that arent so pretty and they call us the Young and they call us the young country
Fought our wars up and down this land the first the second and Vietnam
And they call us the young
And they call us the young country
This countries in my blood face down in the mud
Under the Southern Cross under the blood under the blood
Writer: Paul Hetet
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