One-hundred years from now What will they think When teachers talk about The fall of a nation One nation underwhelmed With its majesty All halls and houses filled With malice and greed I ain't no Patriot I ain't no Saint I ain't no Cowboy, Bronco, Eagle, my friend I'm just a Bulldog From a flyover state Nobody knows the trouble I've seen Oh, the trouble I've seen The trouble I've seen If Jesus Christ were here He'd shake his head He'd burn a dollar bill He'd burn a flag and he's say I ain't no Maverick I ain't no King I ain't no Magic, Rocket, Raptor, my son I'm just a Bulldog From a flyover state Nobody knows the trouble I'm after Oh, the trouble I'm after Or the trouble I've seen The trouble I'm after Or the trouble I've seen Nobody knows The trouble I've seen Only God knows The trouble I've seen One-hundred years from now What will they think When children talk about Winter in the nation