When I lived on my farm --

No one took notice of me,

But all said that I ignored

To cultivate my corn fields.

In a time of trouble and attack,

No one took notice of me,

But all said that I had no

My American guts and soul.

But that I did not work my fields,

Honest to goodness, was because

I never met with a good year;

And that I did not do service

For my great country was because,

Despite my efforts, I didn't meet

With the suitable opportunity to do so.

I've been sent about my business

By the neighbouring farmers,

And am driven away by the judge

Of our county --what is my crime?

My goodness! How is it that

I've met with such a terrible fate?!

So, give me a chance to show my worth

On the X-Factor's stage to become

Loyal and famous in the American way!