Me + Mine (Lamentations)
Me and mine have worked this land
As long as my grandfather can remember
Ploughin' soil, diggin' holes
Haulin' coal, to strippin' down the timber
Then they showed up, they shut us down
Same old story, the same old town
"It's like we don't matter," Momma said
"At least that's how it seems"
And that's the day I woke up
From the American dream
What are you supposed to do
When the God you're prayin' to
Up and goes missin'?
Leaves a trail on unpaid bills
Broken homes and opioid addiction
And then a politician shows up
Promisin' that
He'll return the jobs
That God himself could not bring back
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me
Yeah, that's the day I gave up
On the American dream
These lamentations
Are gettin' too damn hard to sing
These lamentations
Are gonna be the death of me
You see, me and mine, we ain't the kind
To sit around idle and complain
We're tough as nails, mean as hell
Without an ounce of quit in our veins
But the harder we work, the more they take
'Til all the good is gone, for goodness sake
Neither the left or the right
Are gonna fight for folks stuck in between
The way things really are
The American dream
These lamentations
Are gonna be the death of me
These lamentations
Are gettin' too damn hard to sing
These lamentations
Are gonna be the death of me
These lamentations
Are gettin' too damn hard to sing
As long as my grandfather can remember
Ploughin' soil, diggin' holes
Haulin' coal, to strippin' down the timber
Then they showed up, they shut us down
Same old story, the same old town
"It's like we don't matter," Momma said
"At least that's how it seems"
And that's the day I woke up
From the American dream
What are you supposed to do
When the God you're prayin' to
Up and goes missin'?
Leaves a trail on unpaid bills
Broken homes and opioid addiction
And then a politician shows up
Promisin' that
He'll return the jobs
That God himself could not bring back
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me
Yeah, that's the day I gave up
On the American dream
These lamentations
Are gettin' too damn hard to sing
These lamentations
Are gonna be the death of me
You see, me and mine, we ain't the kind
To sit around idle and complain
We're tough as nails, mean as hell
Without an ounce of quit in our veins
But the harder we work, the more they take
'Til all the good is gone, for goodness sake
Neither the left or the right
Are gonna fight for folks stuck in between
The way things really are
The American dream
These lamentations
Are gonna be the death of me
These lamentations
Are gettin' too damn hard to sing
These lamentations
Are gonna be the death of me
These lamentations
Are gettin' too damn hard to sing
Credits
Writer(s): Bradley Justin Barham
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