| I grew up with reverence for the red, white, and blue
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| Spoke of God and liberty, reciting the pledge of allegiance
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| Learned love of country from my own family
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| Some shivered and prayed approaching the beaches of Normandy
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| The flag waves high and that’s how it should be
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| So many lives given and taken in the name of freedom
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| But the story’s complicated and hard to read
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| Pages of the book obscured or torn out completely
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| I am a son of uncle Sam
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| And I struggle to understand the good and evil
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| But I’m doing the best I can
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| In a place built on stolen land with stolen people
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| Blood in the soil with the cotton and tobacco
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| Blood in the soil with the cotton and tobacco
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| Blood in the soil with the cotton and tobacco
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| A misnamed people and a kidnapped race
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| Laws may change, but we can’t erase the scars of a nation
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| Of children devalued and disavowed
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| Displaced by greed and the arrogance of manifest destiny
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| Short-sighted to say it was a long time ago
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| Not even two life times have passed since the days of Lincoln
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| The sins of Andrew Jackson, the shame of Jim crow
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| And time moves slow when the tragedies are beyond description
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| I am a son of uncle Sam
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| And I struggle to understand the good and evil
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| But I’m doing the best I can
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| In a place built on stolen land with stolen people
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| We are more than the sum of our parts
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| All these broken homes and broken hearts
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| God, will you keep us wherever we go?
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| Will you forgive us for where we’ve been?
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| We Americans
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| Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar
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| Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar
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| Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar
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| I’ve been to every state and seen shore to shore
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| The still open wounds of the Civil War
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| Watched blind hatred bounce back and forth
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| Seen vile prejudice both in the south and the north
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| And accountability is hard to impose
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| On ghosts of ancestors haunting the halls of our conscience
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| But the path of grace and goodwill is still here
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| For those of us who may be considered among the living
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| I am a son of God and man
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| And I may never understand the good and evil
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| But I dearly love this land
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| Because of and in spite of We The People
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| We are more than the sum of our parts
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| All these broken bones and broken hearts
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| God, will you keep us wherever we go?
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| Can you forgive us for where we’ve been?
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| We Americans
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| We Americans
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory
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| Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Americans , by - The Avett Brothers. Song from the album Closer Than Together, in the genre Иностранный рок