Out in the cotton fields
And shotgun shacks
The salt of the earth
With soaked brows and bent backs
There's a burning desire
But it can't be filled
Some seek comfort in a bottle
Some seek it in a pill
This is the song of our country
This is the song of our birth
This is the song about the price that was paid
And what such freedom's worth
Out in the orchards
There's people picking fruit
There's a man somewhere waiting
For another man to shoot
Let's consecrate the land
That's drenched in blood
Hallow every blade of grass
And every ounce of mud
This is the song of our country
This is the song of our birth
This is the song about the price that was paid
And what such freedom's worth
Let's move forward
But let's not forget the past
Let's make sure the peace we've made
Is sure to last
There's another battle here
A battle of the mind
Are our elected worth the money we pay them
Is justice really blind
This is the song of our country
This is the song of our birth
This is the song about the price that was paid
And what such freedom's worth