So you're feelin dark and dreary like old Edgar Allen Poe

When it seemed the bright new dawn would never come.

And your feelin that your neighbor has somehow become your foe,

And you don't know what to go or where to run

Well dang it stop your whinin, Pard, it just ain't worth your time.

To tell the truth it sure ain't worth mine either.

The sky ain't fell, the creek ain't rose, there's mountains still to climb.

No time for wringin hands nor cryin neither.

You think that things are bad right now? Well let me be so bold

To speak of back when things were really bad.

How bout the time those fellers froze out in that Yorktown cold?

And those on Bunker Hill gave all they had.

In 1812, once more we watched as foreign banners flew.

They burned the brand new town with George's name.

In later years the whole world burned, it seemed that we might too,

And every generation's faced the same

Strife and struggle seem to be the things that make us strong.

At every turn, this country's passed the test.

This nation's backbone's made of steel and has been all along.

Of all our virtues, unity's the best.

So I'm just sayin Cowboy Up and let's work up a sweat.

Nobody said that freedom wasn't hard.

Divided we are doomed to fail. United, dreams are met.

I guess that's all I got to say here, Pard.

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