My country tis of thee
Sweetest land of liberty
Now that my dollar is my vote
And no one listened when the sages spoke
Did you get the letter that I wrote
When flames engulfed the golden coast?
Call me a slippery snake
For the apple that I ate
And the way the truth tastes
I wouldn’t call it a mistake
When the legends written I will be blamed
Am I the guilty one or are we all the same?
Take your rib back, for which I never asked
It was not my failure, it was your wrath
On the train and off again
The metal tracks do not pretend
To be wings, and still the wind
Where it goes and where it’s been
Tuggin’ on my sleeve
Burden me with pain and toil
Punish me with sweat and soil
Back to the wilderness whence I came
The moon has always called my name
I’ve got blood on my hands and hair untamed
A woman the garden could not contain
I’m sure these words will be erased
But I know how paradise is made
On the train and off again
The metal tracks do not pretend
To be wings, and still the wind
Where it goes and where it’s been
Tuggin’ on my sleeve
