Can’t wipe the wind-blown smile From across my face It’s just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station? In the land of the free
His mother Adeline’s family Came on a ship Cut coal and planted a seed Down in them drift mines of Pennsylvania In the land of the free
Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free (I am standing crying)
When I go out in my car I don’t think twice But if you’re the wrong color skin (I am standing crying) You grow up looking over both your shoulders In the land of the free
We got more people locked up Than the rest of the world Right here, in red, white and blue Incarceration’s become big business It’s harvest time out on the avenue
Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free Move on there’s nothing too see Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free
I am standing crying I am standing crying So how many daughters Tell me how many sons Do we have to have to put in the ground before We just break down and face it We got a problem with guns In the land of the free
Down at the border They’re gonna put up a wall Concrete and rebar steel beams (I am standing crying) High enough to keep all those filth hands Off of our hopes and dreams (I am standing crying) People who just want the same things we do In the land of the free
Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free (I am standing crying)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
