From the rice fields of the MekongnTo the desert by the gulfnWe're winning hearts and mindsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnFrom the Yankees to the cowboysnAnd the soldiers of the LordnWe're winning hearts and mindsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnnThey can really feel our freedomnAs we roll into their townnAnd when they finally get itnThey'll give thanksnThey'll throw flowers on our tanksnnFrom the death squads of GuatemalanTo the folks who brought the shahnWe're winning hearts and mindsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnnAnd we will rollnYes, we will rollnAnd we will flynInto the burning skynAnd we will winnYes, we will winnHearts and mindsnnFrom the general in ChilenTo the drug lords in the hillsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnThe children with no fathersnAnd their brothers with no limbsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnWe're winning hearts and mindsnnAnd we will rollnYes, we will rollnAnd we will flynInto the burning skynAnd we will winnYes, we will winnHearts and minds