Bricks

Where the beers always cold and the music's always hot
Where a working man can make it to the top
From the highest mountains to the lowest plains
From the fields of hay to the San Francisco Bay
Where the rubber meets the road and a nail meets a hammer
Where the sound of traffic spreads far and wide
The bricks were laid in the USA

(chorus)
The bricks were laid in the USA
The bricks were laid in the USA
It took a whole lotta sweat 
And a whole lotta pain

Where there's a place to escape they call Neverland
Where a man can speak his mind so others understand
From Cape Canaveral rockets blast into space
From coast to coast a place we all embrace
Where a man with a load can find a helping hand
Where we all tell the truth on the witness stand
The bricks were laid in the USA

(repeat: Chorus)

Where the trains never stop they run night and day
Where you can fly to Hawaii if you want to play
From a soup kitchen many a man has ate
From a platform you can run as a candidate
Where a man with talent is allowed to create
Where we all sit and cheer waiting at home plate
The bricks were laid in the USA 

Written by: Steven J. Byers BMI