Текст песни
Out on the backroads where the fields still shine
I put in my work and I know what's mine
This land's not broken, it's strong and true
Built on the hands of me and you
Working all day with sweat on my brow, Dreams don't die — they're alive right now. You can curse the country, but I won't bow
As the Boss once sang, "I ain't a boy, I'm a man," I still believe in this promised land. Not through anger, not through shame, But by lifting freedom's name
I've heard the voices tearing hope apart
Trading faith for rage in a jaded heart
But I've seen towns rise when we stand as one
Under God, we shine like the morning sun
You can run down the dream, call it just disguise, But truth still burns in our people's eyes. This nation's hope will never die
As the Boss once sang, "I ain't a boy, I'm a man," I still believe in this promised land. Not through anger, not through shame, But by lifting freedom's name
Voices may howl on the darkened street, But freedom's song keeps a steady beat. I won't curse the ground - bossman - where my father stood, This land's my home, and it's still good
As the Boss once sang, "I ain't a boy, I'm a man," I still believe in this promised land. Not through anger, not through shame, But by lifting freedom's name