Can't wipe the windblown smile from across my face It's just the old man and me Washing his truck at the Sinclair Station In the land of the free His mother at a lion's family Came on a ship Cut coal and planted a sea Down in them drift mines of Pennsylvania In the land of the free When I go out in my car I don't think twice But if you're the wrong color skin 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 Incarceration's become big business It's harvest time out on the avenue In the land of the free Move on, there's nothing to see In the land of the free I'm standing crying I'm standing crying So how many daughters? Tell me how many sons? Do we have to put in the ground Before we just break down and fix 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'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 In the land of the free I'm standing crying