Creator's Rights
Creator's Rights - The Blues of Liberty
Sentator Tim Kaine, once chosen by Hilary Clinton as her VP pick, ignited passions this week by claiming that the notion that rights come from God and not from the government is a dangerous idea.
AK didn't take that one lightly.
Watch and listen.
"Creator’s Rights (The Blues of Liberty)"
(Blues-Country Style)
[Verse 1]
I heard ol’ Tim Kaine talkin’ on the Senate floor,
Said rights come from laws, not the Lord no more.
My heart sank low, like a lonesome train,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the words in our nation’s refrain.
The Declaration stood tall, in seventeen-seventy-six,
Jefferson wrote it down, with the truth that sticks.
“We hold these truths,” he said, clear as day,
Our rights come from God, not what lawmakers say.
[Chorus]
Oh, Creator’s rights, they’re burnin’ in my soul,
From the Declaration’s ink to the freedom scroll.
Tim, you’re singin’ a tune that don’t quite ring,
The Constitution’s heart says a higher thing.
Yeah, Creator’s rights, they’re the roots of this land,
Built on faith and truth, not the laws of man.
[Verse 2]
The Constitution’s parchment, it guards what’s true,
Bill of Rights carved out for me and you.
Speech and faith, and the arms we bear,
From the Creator’s hand, not government’s chair.
Tim said laws alone give us what we got,
But that ain’t the fire that our Founders fought.
They leaned on the Lord, with a rebel’s cry,
For life and liberty ‘neath the open sky.
[Chorus]
Oh, Creator’s rights, they’re burnin’ in my soul,
From the Declaration’s ink to the freedom scroll.
Tim, you’re singin’ a tune that don’t quite ring,
The Constitution’s heart says a higher thing.
Yeah, Creator’s rights, they’re the roots of this land,
Built on faith and truth, not the laws of man.
[Bridge]
Now, I ain’t sayin’ laws don’t have their place,
They hold up the weak, give justice a face.
But to say they’re the root, Tim, that cuts too deep,
Our Founders’ dream was a truth we keep.
From the Creator’s light, our freedoms rise,
Not from Capitol Hill, but the starry skies.
[Verse 3]
Down in Virginia, where Kaine calls home,
The spirit of freedom still carves its poem.
Madison and Jefferson, they set the stage,
Wrote God-given rights on a sacred page.
So I’ll sing this song, with a bluesman’s wail,
For the truth in our founding that’ll never fail.
Tim, come back to the roots where it all began,
Our rights ain’t from laws, but the Creator’s plan.
[Chorus]
Oh, Creator’s rights, they’re burnin’ in my soul,
From the Declaration’s ink to the freedom scroll.
Tim, you’re singin’ a tune that don’t quite ring,
The Constitution’s heart says a higher thing.
Yeah, Creator’s rights, they’re the roots of this land,
Built on faith and truth, not the laws of man.
[Outro]
So I’ll strum this guitar, ‘neath the moon’s soft light,
Singin’ for the freedoms that were born of right.
From the Creator’s hand, not a lawman’s pen,
America’s soul gonna rise again.
Oh, Creator’s rights… let ‘em ring, let ‘em ring.
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