Unhyphenated American (4:03)

 

Story:

Produced by Bruce Bennett and Andy Lee White

Engineered and mixed by Bruce Bennett

Mastered by Rodney Mills Masterhouse

Douglas Jacobs -Electric Guitar

Mark van Allen - Steel Guitar

Rafael Tazmaco Siacca - Bass

Rich Nichols - Drums

Nicole Mulkey - Backing Vocals

Dana O'Dell - Backing Vocals

Andy Lee White - Lead/Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Hammond Organ

Lyrics:

 

My grandpa told me when I was a child

Love her or leave her he said as he smiled

Show me another place in this great big old world

Where it doesn’t matter about your race

Or if your hair is straight or curled

‘Cause when you fly the red, white and blue

I get tears in my eyes and I think of me and you as Americans

Well, I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

It doesn’t matter how I pray or where I come from

Yeah, I love this land of opportunity

There’s freedom here for you and me

I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

Hey now, you might not look like me

You may dress strange and talk funny

And you just might have a life that’s been hard

And you may have far too many cars

Parked in your front yard

But when you fly the red, white and blue

I get tears in my eyes and I think of me and you as Americans

Well, I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

It doesn’t matter how I pray or where I come from

Yeah, I love this land of opportunity

There’s freedom here for you and me

I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

I’m an American, one nation under God

Don’t need a hyphenation, don’t need a wink or a nod

‘Cause I’m an American and that’s good enough for me

Part of the greatest nation that this world has ever seen

Well, I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

It doesn’t matter how I pray or where I come from

Yeah, I love this land of opportunity

There’s freedom here for you and me

I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

I’m proud to say I’m an unhyphenated American

© 2011 Andy Lee White

Truth, Justice, And The American Way (3:40)

 

Story:

Produced by Bruce Bennett and Andy Lee White

Engineered and mixed by Bruce Bennett

Mastered by Rodney Mills Masterhouse

Douglas Jacobs - Electric Guitar, Electric Sitar

Rafael Tazmaco Siacca - Bass

Rich Nichols - Drums

Nicole Mulkey - Backing Vocals

Dana O'Dell - Backing Vocals

Bruce Bennett - Keyboard, Backing Vocals

Thom Jenkins - Trumpet

Andy Lee White - Lead/Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, 12 and 6 String Electric Guitars, Piano, Tambourine

Lyrics:

 

It’s a sad, sad day when people watch what they say

‘Cause they’re all so afraid that their freedom could go away

Seems we might be in quite a mess

Afraid they’ll bite if we confess

In plain sight we all undress the king

Whatever happened to truth, justice and the American way

And what are we supposed to do

When even Superman’s too ashamed to say…

It’s a bad, bad time when our boarders are covered with crime

We’re taxed out of our minds to fight a war we’re not behind

Arm yourselves for your own sake

Fill up your shelves and have a plan made

Don’t wait for Elvis ‘cause it’s cooler in the shade

Whatever happened to truth, justice and the American way

And what are we supposed to do

When even Superman’s too ashamed to say…

Whatever happened to the words our heroes said

Now, I’m so confused ‘cause they’re making fun instead

Now, what’s wrong with a little patriotic pride

And it won’t be long till they’ll be wishing she was back by their side

Whatever happened to truth, justice and the American way

And what are we supposed to do

When even Superman’s too ashamed to say

Truth, justice and the American way

Truth, justice and the American, American, American

Truth, justice and the American way

Even Superman’s too ashamed to say

The American way

The American way

The American way

Even Superman’s too ashamed to say

TRUTH!

© 2011 Andy Lee White

Hey, Nikole (4:26)

 

Story:

Produced by Bruce Bennett and Andy Lee White

Engineered and mixed by Bruce Bennett

Mastered by Rodney Mills Masterhouse

Douglas Jacobs - Electric Guitar

Rafael Tazmaco Siacca - Bass

Rich Nichols - Drums

Nicole Mulkey - Backing Vocals

Dana O'Dell - Backing Vocals

Andy Lee White - Lead/Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, 12 and 6 String Electric Guitars, Piano

Lyrics:

 

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

Hey, Nikole, I know you think there’s nothing you can do

It’s a heartbreaking story

One without any glory

When you find out that your man’s been running around

Yeah, I know how you feel

I got the same raw deal

When I found out that my lady’s on his side of town

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

Hey, Nikole, I know you think there’s nothing you can do

But, you can call me up on the phone

I want you to know that you’re not alone

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

How long has this gone on

This thing that is so wrong

They’ve been playing house right in front of our eyes

Now we both know

‘Cause it’s starting to show

They’ve sacrificed their families just to cover their lies

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

Hey, Nikole, I know you think there’s nothing you can do

But, you can call me up on the phone

I want you to know that you’re not alone

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

Now it may sound strange

But, I get some comfort when I talk with you

We share the same aching pain

When we find everything that they say isn’t true

As amazed as we are

That they both could sink so low

We didn’t have to go far

To see what we both know

They’re liars and cheaters

And self-centered people and on top of that

We’re not buying what they feed us

And they’re caught in a trap

Like two gutter rats

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

Hey, Nikole, I know you think there’s nothing you can do

But, you can call me up on the phone

I want you to know that you’re not alone

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

He’s cheating on you, you

He’s cheating on you

He’s cheating on you, you

Hey, Nikole, your husband’s cheating on you

© 2011 Andy Lee White

Do I (3:40)

 

Story:

Produced by Bruce Bennett and Andy Lee White

Engineered and mixed by Bruce Bennett

Mastered by Rodney Mills Masterhouse

Douglas Jacobs - Electric Guitar

Rafael Tazmaco Siacca - Bass

Rich Nichols - Drums

Nicole Mulkey - Backing Vocals

Dana O'Dell - Backing Vocals

Bruce Bennett - Hammond Organ

Andy Lee White - Lead/Backing Vocals, Electric Guitar, Tambourine, Shakers

 

Lyrics:

Do I have to slay a dragon and place him at your feet

Do I have to make a miracle happen to some stranger that I meet

Do I have to make the stars above drop from the sky

Do I have to make a cold man love, make a dry one cry,now

Do I have to save an innocent child from falling off the edge

Do I have to make a sweet one wild, make a proud one beg

Do I have to save the world from itself, impede its coming doom

Do I have to get my gun off the shelf, shoot holes in the moon

Now baby, I won’t treat you bad

Now baby, I won’t make you sad

Come on over, ‘cause I have got something to say

Pretty baby, won’t you look my way

Do I have to stop all the hunger by feeding everyone

Do I have to make old people younger, make sad ones have fun

Do I have to soar like a bird up through the clouds

Do I have to have a voice that’s heard, a voice that is loud

Now baby, I won’t treat you bad

Now baby, I won’t make you sad

Come on over, ‘cause I have got something to say

Pretty baby, won’t you look my way

Do I have to know who’s to blame for everything that’s wrong

Do I have to know the singer that sang in every single song

Do I have to hear all the shots before they’re even fired

Do I have to guess when you’re hot and when you’re feeling tired

Now baby, I won’t treat you bad

Now baby, I won’t make you sad

Come on over, ‘cause I have got something to say

Pretty baby, won’t you look my way

I said baby, I won’t treat you bad

Now baby, I won’t make you sad

Come on over, ‘cause I have got something to say

Pretty baby, won’t you look my way, yeah

© 2011 Andy Lee White