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 (Ooh) 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 Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free (I'm standing crying)
When I go out in my car, I don't think twice But if you're the wrong color skin (I'm standing, crying) You grow up looking over both your shoulders In the land of the free And we got more people locked up than the rest of the world Right here in red, white and blue (I'm standing, crying) 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 Land of the free, land of the free Move on there's nothing to see Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh I'm standing crying (Oh-oh-oh-oh) I'm standing crying (Oh-oh-oh-oh) 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? (Oh-oh-oh-oh) In the land of the free Down at the border, they're gonna put up a wall Concrete and Rebar Steel beams (I'm standing crying) High enough to keep all those filthy hands off Of our hopes and our dreams (I'm 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 Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free Land of the free, land of the free Land of the free, land of the free Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free (I'm standing crying)
Compositores: Mahalia Jackson, Brandon Flowers ECAD: Obra #23048296 Fonograma #17571217