Me and mine have worked this land
As long as my grandfather can remember
Plowin' 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 of 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