For the Record

I'm not exactly proud of the place I'm from

But I've been here my whole life, so I guess I'll call it home

In South Carolina a flag still shows the enslavement of our minds

But in South Carolina, I learned from all the timesWent to all-ages shows, Sunday Matinees

Hanging out, wondering if the bands would show and even play

Bands would come and we'd all sing along, sing along, sing along

Would they ever know their impact would last so long?The world is full of lonely places, no matter where you're from

A crowded show, familiar faces make me feel at home

Many kids have come and gone but I know what kept me here

The magic of those songs has sustained me through the yearsI heard the word sincerity and I know now what that means

I learned it first with black flag, Mohawks, combat boots and torn-up jeansWe were more than just a tour date, you were more than just a song

We sweat and sang together and that helped us to carry on

We were more, you were moreWe were more than just a tour date, you were more than just a song

We sweat and sang together and that helped us to carry onWe were more than just a tour date, you were more than just a song

We sweat and sang together and that helped us to carry on

We were more, you were more for the record

Songwriters

Mclane Joseph Christopher;David Austin SeasePublished by

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