Riding past the cities of new dawnings
Tuesday morning, Two Thousand and Four
Polling places filled with restless voters
This is what we've all been waiting for

For the last four years, an odyssey
And Mr. Bush and Dick Cheney
Kept in tact our houses, farms and fields
Terrorists that have no names
Took our towers down in flames
And Bush has shown them
We are not gonna yield

Chorus:
Good morning, America, I hope so
Don't you know the battle isn't done?
We won't ask permission from United Nations
And we never will forget that 9-1-1

Dealin' with those who want to trash Old Glory
Better be hopin' someone's keeping score
Ring the bell that peals a song of freedom
Pray for all who are fighting in the war

And the sons of politicians
And the sons of farmers too
Ride on freedom bought with blood and bone
We take them on in foreign lands
In dirty heat and blowing sands
Cause it's better there than fighting them at home

Repeat Chorus

Nighttime in the city of the White House
Bush is serving for another term
All the votes are tallied by the morning
And the confidence of people he has earned

Crashing planes and towers seem
To be a one-time bad dream
Cause the terrorists sure have heard the news
The president is in again
The terrorists must all refrain
This country won't have the disappearing nation blues

Chorus