Lyrics

We worked real hard night and day
But still we found it wasn't enough
We slid into desperate straits
And eventually they took all our stuff

The car went first, and then my bike
The washer and dryer were next
I guess my one unforgivable gripe
Was when they took away our hope chest.

We lost our house, no alibi
That was the price that we paid
We'll pick ourselves up, and we'll never say die
Cuz unlike our stuff, we were made
In the USA.

10 hour days and 7 day weeks
Left me with no time for my kids
But you never heard me make a peep
It was better than a life on the skids

But so much for loyalty
It don't matter bout the years that I gave
They treat the lowest cost as royalty
They said my job just couldn't be saved.

They outsourced, I got laid off
They said I had too high of a wage
They gave the same old free trade talk
There's just no room for stuff that gets made
In the USA.

Tell me where do we go from here
As for me, I'm in favor of beer, made here.

Instrumental

When times get tough we tend to turn
To all the things that we trust
But what do you do, when you keep getting burned
And everything keeps going bust

Eventually we'll get back on our feet
We don't mind if we work and we slave
We'll climb that hill, no matter how steep
Cuz there's one last thing that gets made

And eventually we'll get back on our feet
We'll work, we'll sweat and we'll slave