With all this hoopla in the news as of late about toyota and their recalls and complaints I felt it just to reinstate american cars that were meant to have the pedal to the metal... I have to chuckle every time some kid pulls up next to me in his honda civic with his "pipes" and "turbo" and Nitrous or whatever, its comical really! Revving your lil' engine isn't impressing anyone, it's merely entertaining to anyone who knows any better. I for sure know better, I grew up with 8 uncles all of which drove american muscle cars, you name a classic american car and they had it. There are stories that I have heard through the years of how crazy my uncles were, and especially behind the wheels of their hot rods. Infamous car chases with the police, and my favorite one of all time is my uncle JR's famous hell rides, he would get you in his car, most likely his 57 chevy and drive down back roads like he was trying to win the grand prix at top speeds, engine screaming tires smoking, and panties wetting. Toyota couldn't screw up and make a car that accelerated fast enough for him. Heres a few pics of cars and old school americans that weren't complaining because their preppy car got a little to peppy. wah wah wah...
It Used To Be Made In America
It used to be made in America
It used to be made in my town
It used to be made just down the street
Now they’ve shut that factory down
It used to be made in America
It used to be made by my friends
Now it’s made for twelve cents an hour
How are you going to compete with them?
It once had a union label
It said AFL-CIO
Now it’s made someplace, who knows where?
And we watched all those good jobs go.
It used to be made in America
It used to be made right here
Now you can buy it for half the price
If you’ve got any income to spend
It used to be paid in America
The billing was done by my friends
Now they bill it over the internet
In rupees and yuan and yen
It used to be made in America
By hard working women and men
Now we’ve outsourced it to who knows where
So what if it’s made by children and kids again
There used to be great schools in America
There used to be schools in this town
There used to be music and sports and art
Now they’ve shut all those programs down
They once had good jobs in America
The land of opportunity so they said
Now you’d better start looking elsewhere
The big firms are just cutting their overhead
They used to make flags in America
Hooray for the red white and blue
Now the flags come from China,
And our dog food and toothpaste comes
From there, too
There used to be jobs in the cities
Now they’re done overseas
It doesn’t matter how good you are
It only matters how cheap
They used to make goods in America
Things like Cameras, TVs and Jeans
Those industries are long since gone
So now all we make are rockets
And planes and bombs
We still grow good food in America
Potatoes and grain and corn
But don’t look for the local farmer
Those jobs are long since gone
We still raise beef in America
At least for a while we still do
But the drive for profits will drive those jobs overseas
And our cowboys will go there, too
There used to be jobs in America
On Wall Street and Main Street
And in all of the cities and towns
Now those opportunities are dwindling away
As we outsource our future around
One day we’ll realize there ain’t much left
We outsourced it all overseas
Is that what society needs?
It used to be made in America
Someday it will be made here again
The world goes in cycles of up and down
And maybe we’ll make it here again
The solution to all this economy
Usually ends in a war
Tariffs and trade and protectionism
Is that what we’re working for?
It used to be made in America
Don’t worry, we’ll still find you something to do
For now, you’d better study real hard
Because you may have to create something new
There’ll always be jobs in America
It takes work to farm it out overseas
We’re in the global economy now
I hope you’ve got what you need!
You’re on your own in America
It’s always been that way
It’s nothing new to worry about
And complaining won’t send it away
But if you’ve got any voice in the matter
If you’ve got a choice when you can
Try to keep it made in America
You’ll hold your head a lot higher if you can
It used to be made in America
It used to be made with care
Now they make it wherever they can
Try to compete if you dare
The deals overseas are way too tempting
The savings are way too dear
But the real cost we pay is far greater
It’s a cost we pay for in fear
It used to be made in America
In the good old U.S. of A
But when it takes so many jobs away
It’s a price I’m not willing to pay
So before I buy things I look at the label
Let’s find a way to bring those jobs back
We really don’t need all that junk they make overseas
Let’s build our economy on the things we need
It used to be made in America
We can bring those jobs back if we try
But we can’t just do it by talking
The important question is Why
The answer is really quite simple
Where there’s work there’s honor and pride!
It used to be made in America
We can bring it back if we try
We can bring those jobs back if we want to
We can create a new world based on hope
But the people have to want to
And the government has to act
It’s time to create new programs
To develop new jobs and careers
It’s time we sat down with labor
It’s time we sat down with our peers
It’s time to get the government going
To create new incentives for making it here
It’s time for us to look at the label and
Smile because we know they’re making it here!
It used to be made in America
It used to be made by my friends
Now it’s time to plan for the future
And build our economy strong once again
We can do it by keeping the work force right here
We can do it right here if we want to
But it starts with a reason to do it
And the reason to do it is clear
We live here we work here we die here
We have friends and family who care
We need the jobs here to achieve our goals
Without it, we give up our souls
So here’s to the future we know how to build
We can do it if we desire
The way to compete is to find ways to build it better
So we can say it’s made right here
in America, Amen
Itunings:
the field mice- wher'd you learn to kiss that way?
Pentagram- relentless
de la soul 3ft.high and rising
1 comment:
The geeked out writer to who wrote this poem, sent me an email about posting it without any credit to him. He asked for credit to be added. Seems as if Robert Barrows, the writer, is tryna to get rich of thee poem. www.itusedtobemadeinamerica.com
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-SG
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