| I’m a white man living in a white man’s world
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| Under our roof is a baby girl
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| I thought this world could be her’s one day
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| But her momma knew better
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| I’m a white man living in a white man’s town
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| Want to take a shot of cocaine and burn it down
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| Momma wants to change that Nashville sound
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| But they’re never gonna let her
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| There’s no such thing as someone else’s war
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| Your creature comforts aren’t the only things worth fighting for
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| Still breathing, it’s not too late
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| We’re all carrying one big burden, sharing one fate
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| I’m a white man living on a white man’s street
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| I’ve got the bones of the red man under my feet
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| The highway runs through their burial grounds
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| Past the oceans of cotton
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| I’m a white man looking in a black man’s eyes
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| Wishing I’d never been one of the guys
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| Who pretended not to hear another white man’s joke
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| Oh, the times ain’t forgotten
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| There’s no such thing as someone else’s war
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| Your creature comforts aren’t the only things worth fighting for
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| You’re still breathing, it’s not too late
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| We’re all carrying one big burden, sharing one fate
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| I’m a white man living in a white man’s nation
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| I think the man upstairs must’a took a vacation
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| I still have faith, but I don’t know why
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| Maybe it’s the fire in my little girl’s eyes
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| Maybe it’s the fire in my little girl’s eyes |