Lee Brice - Welcome to America lyrics

5am at the Waffle House Workers filing in, strippers walking out Truckers driving down the interstate Doin' coffee and pills 'cause they got bills to pay And over the Brooklyn bridge a lady runs Doing all she can to stay looking young, young And underneath on a cardboard bed A man sleeping with shoes under his head Welcome to America Welcome to America College kids shotgun and beer A hobo prophet screaming the end is near A teenage girl in the bed of a truck Can't help but think that this just might be love Welcome to America Welcome to America Tears streaming down a mother's face When a folded flag comes home in her son's place In a hospital room a new daddy cries When he holds his baby girl for the first time She opens up her eyes Welcome to America Welcome to America Welcome to America The houses lined up like dominoes High rises, high as they can go A single mom at the laundromat Dropping every last quarter that she has Grandma's making apple pies Grandpa's at the barber shop telling lies Welcome to America Welcome to America Welcome to America Welcome to America Welcome to America