Text: Melissa Etheridge. Lucky. Tuesday Morning.

Up and down, all night long
Skippin' it down
Skippin' it down
Up and down, all night long
Skippin' it down
I'm a forty

Ten O three on a Tuesday morning
In the fall of an American dream
A man is doing what he knows is right
On flight ninety three

He loved his Mom and he loved his Dad
He loved his home and he loved his man
But on that bloody Tuesday morning
He died an American

Now you cannot change this
And you can't erase this
You can't pretend this
Is not the truth

Up and down, all night long
Skippin' it down
Skippin' it down
Up and down, all night long
Skippin' it down
I'm a forty

Even though he could not marry
Or teach your children in our schools
Because who he wants to love
Is breaking your God's rules

He stood up on a Tuesday morning
In the terror he was brave
And he made his choice and without a doubt
A hundred lives he must have saved

Now you cannot change this
And you can't erase this
You can't pretend this
Is not the truth

And the things you might take for granted
Your inalienable rights
Some might chose to deny him
Even though he gave his life

Can you live with yourself in the land of the free?
And make him less of a hero than the other three
Well it might begin to change ya
In a field of Pennsylvania

Now you cannot change this
And you can't erase this
You can't pretend this
Is not the truth

Stand up America
Hear the bell now as it tolls
Wake up America
It's Tuesday morning
Come on, let's roll

Up and down, all night long
Skippin' it down
Skippin' it down
Up and down, all night long
Skippin' it down
I'm a forty

Now you cannot change this
And you can't erase this
You can't pretend this
Is not the truth

Up and down all night long
Skippin' it down
Skippin' it down
Up and down all night long
Skippin' it down
I'm a forty