クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elliott Palmer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliott Palmer
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cathy Holbrook
Producer
歌詞
I was born where the cotton meets the clay
Where the wind tells stories that never fade away
Mama taught me kindness, Daddy taught me fight
And Sunday mornings always felt just right
We learned to share, even when it hurt
Passed the cornbread, wiped hands on dirt
But out past the fence, the world turned cold—
Power and greed got bought and sold
Some folks in suits draw lines in sand
Call it justice while they raise their hands
Talk real loud, but they ain't here
Don't know the price of pain or beer
But on back porches and county roads
We carry burdens, heavy loads
Still we rise, still we sing
Still believe in what hope brings
It's blood, it's dust, it's bruises we hide
It's hands held out on both sides
It's fire and flood, fear and truth
It's broken hearts still chasing youth
If we stand, we stand as one—
'Cause there ain't no peace 'til the fight is done
This land ain't red, this land ain't blue
It's me and you... it's what we do
I seen folks change for the sake of pride
Watched friendships fall like stars collide
But when that storm rolled through our hills
It was strangers turning power drills
No one asked about party lines
Just handed out bread and made the time
'Cause down here, we don't play pretend—
We fight like hell, then mend again
It ain't about flags waving high in the air
It's about who shows up when no one's there
When the barn burns down and the water's gone—
Do you stay, or do you move on?
It's blood, it's dust, it's trials and grace
It's every bruise on this nation's face
It's voices lost and voices found
It's common dreams on common ground
If we stand, we stand as one—
No turning back from what we've done
This land ain't theirs, this land ain't mine
It's every heart still willing to try
This land is pain, this land is pride
But this land is love—if we decide
Written by: Elliott Palmer
