This country song is adapted from a portion of a speech given by Teddy Roosevelt in 1910 at the Sorbonne in Paris, France. The talk was titled Citizenship in a Republic and is now commonly known as The Man in the Arena. Source: https://theodorerooseveltcenter.org/encyclopedia/culture-and-society/man-in-the-arena.

Where Credit Belongs lyrics

It is not the critic who countsNot the man who points outHow the strong man stumblesOr where the doer of deedsCould have done them better

The credit belongs to the manWho is actually in the arenaWhose face is marred by dustAnd sweatAnd blood

Who strives valiantlyWho errsWho comes short again and againBecause there is no effortWithout error and shortcoming

But who does actually striveTo do the deedsWho knows the great enthusiasmsThe great devotionsWho spends himself in a worthy cause

Who at the best knowsIn the end the triumphOf high achievementAnd who at the worst if he failsAt least fails while daring greatly

So that his place shall never beWith those cold and timid soulsWho neither know victoryNor know defeatWho fight all the way to the end

The credit belongs to the manWho is actually in the arenaWhose face is marred by dustAnd sweatAnd bloodAnd tearsBut mostly sweat

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This song shares The New Colossus poem written by Emma Lazarus to support the building of the Statue of Liberty.

“The New Colossus” is a sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus. She wrote the poem in 1883 to raise money for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty. In 1903, the poem was cast onto a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal’s lower level.

The New Colossus lyrics

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries sheWith silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

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This song was adapted from “Can We All Just Have a Feral Summer?” by Sarah Anderson. Source: https://pjmedia.com/sarah-anderson/2026/06/30/cant-we-all-just-have-a-feral-summer-n4954541.

Summer Song lyrics

Life would be a lot nicerIf adults got summer breaksJust like kids doNo workLittle responsibilityJust swim until fingers look like raisinsRead a book in one dayGet lost in the garden just weedingGet on a boat and driftGo on a road tripTake the backroadsFloat on a lakeGo fishing all dayChill at the beachChase fireflies and butterfliesGrill burgers or do a barbecueHave sleepoversSpend so much time with friendsThat you get sick of each otherStay up late watching moviesRide bikes all over townEat ice creamEnjoy life once againAnd see where it takes youSee where it takes youSee where it takes you

Of course, that’s not realisticI know, I knowWe have bills to payJobs to doKids to raiseParents to helpHomes to maintainDeadlines to meetDeadlines to meetDeadlines to meet

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