American Soil

My grandpa fought, he fought for what was right beneath the sun;

he knew the day would come when we would all be free.

It wasn't easy, it wasn't meant to be;

American soil, it is in my blood.

American soil, love it like you should.

My grandma cried for those who lost their lives, for those enslaved,

for futures they had craved; she dreamed of better days.

It wasn't easy, it wasn't meant to be;

American soil, it is in my blood.

American soil, love it like you should.