Independence Day
Martina McBride
Written by Gretchen Peters.
CD: "Way That I Am"


Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light,
Though she looked a little worried and weak.
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again,
But daddy left the proof on her cheek.
An' I was only eight years old that summer,
And I always seemed to be in the way.
So I took myself down to the fair in town,
On Independence Day.

Well, word gets a round in a small, small town,
They said he was a dangerous man.
But Mama was proud and she stood her ground,
She knew she was on the losin' end.
Some folks whispered, some folks talked,
But everybody looked the other way.
And when time ran out there was no one about,
On Independence Day.

Let Freedom ring,
Let the white dove sing.
Let the whole world know that today,
Is a day of reckoning.
Let the weak be strong,
Let the right be wrong.
Roll the stone away,
Let the guilty pay,
It's Independence Day.

Well she lit up the sky that fourth of July,
By the time that the firemen come.
They just put out the flames,
And took down some names,
And sent me to the county home.
Now I ain't sayin' it's right or it's wrong,
But maybe it's the only way.
Talk about your revolution,
It's Independence Day.

Let Freedom ring,
Let the white dove sing,
Let the whole world know that today,
Is a day of reckoning.
Let the weak be strong,
Let the right be wrong.
Roll the stone away,
Let the guilty pay,
It's Independence Day.

Roll the stone away,
It's Independence Day.