Lyrics:

I'm for wildflowers in the window
Mechanics you can trust
I'm for crackers in my chili
And leavin' grudges in the dust

I'm for drive-through order takers
Who can muster up a smile
I'm for takin' in that stray dog
That's been hangin' 'round awhile

I'm for turnin' off the TV
Gettin' off the internet
I'm for learnin' all the words
To the Gettysburg Address

I'm for dusty pawn shop guitars
And boxers past their prime
I'm for soakin' up the wisdom
When an old man speaks his mind

I'm for laid-off factory workers
When the wolf is at the door
You don't have to guess what I'm against
If you know what I'm for

I'm for Texas Margaritas
Gettin' outta debt
I'm for havin' faith in something
That hasn't happened yet

For the shy kid in the corner
Afraid to ask the girl to dance
For the ex-con outta prison
Who just wants a second chance

For the inner city teacher
With her heart stuck in her throat
Can still see God in every child
And never gives up hope

I'm for dusty pawn shop guitars
And boxers past their prime
I'm for soakin' up the wisdom
When my old man speaks his mind

I'm for Detroit factory workers
When the wolf is at the door
You don't have to guess what I'm against
If you know what I'm for

I'm a-counting all my blessings
When the wolf is at my door
You don't have to ask what I'm against
(You don't have to ask)
You don't have to guess what I'm against
Yeah, if you know what I'm for
What I'm for