These places sing loud
In the good weather.
The faces are proud
In the good weather.
Farmers keep dirt in their fingernails.
Tell me no sorry tales;
I want a story honest and fair
It was morning when the sun rose –
That’s as honest as I go.
Heat rose from the black tar
To the soles of her feet.
She’s holding her thumb out
For passing cars to see.
If you saw her, would you stop?
Or has caution and fear
Clouded your thoughts?
Tell me no sorry tales;
I want a story honest and fair
It was the truck driver
Waiting on a miracle
With the American flag
Waving from the rear view
Who stopped to take care of her.
Hallelujah
And it’s a pleasure to meet ya
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Our heroes come home
To work minimum wage.
His resume says bomb dropper
So now he’s at Wal-Mart
Working as a truck driver.
She’ll make it to the city just fine
Trade in the white church
For those neon signs
Lady Liberty passed the test of time
And big dreams are never a crime
But with her back against the open air,
I can’t promise this story ends
Honest and fair.