Verse 1 The diner shuts at sunset, the mill's been dark for years, Main Street's got more memories than the faces still here. Granddad's flag still waves out on that weathered pole, He's asking what happened to the country that had high goals. Verse 2 Neighbors used to settle things with a handshake and a smile, Now everybody's angry for a hundred country miles. You can't hear the whippoorwill wilth all the shouting and noise, Everybody's talking, but nobody has a voice. Chorus This country is going to hell, that's what the old folks say, Feels like we lose a little more with every passing day. But I still believe there's a spark beneath the smoke, Still a prayer in every church and hope in The common folk. If we're ever gonna fix it, it'll have to start at home Or this country is going straight down to hell. Verse 3 The farmer's up before dawn, the waitress works till ten, The teacher's buying pencils with the paycheck she brings in. They're still carrying this nation one honest day at a time, Even when the headlines say we're running out of time. Bridge Maybe the answer ain't as loud as the evening news, Maybe it's raising better children and telling the truth. Helping out a stranger, keeping your word, Turns out the quiet things are still the strongest in the world. Final Chorus They say this country is going to hell—I understand the fear, But I still see good people showing up year after year. As long as there's a flag flying over one front porch, A family gathered 'round one supper table, There just might be enough left, to ring that liberty bell. So I won't give up on this country... Even when they say it's going to hell.
