It's been five years since they shut down the factory
And ten since that well had run dry
Well I sold my soul for the American Dream
Now it feels like I'm buried alive
Oh it feels like I'm buried alive
But I worked too damn hard
To die like a poor man
Chained to the land of the free
Wasted my younger days
Hostage to fortune
Believing that God cared for me
Oh believing that God cared for me
This job was never a good living
But 'round here it's a way of life
You work 'til you die or you go overseas
To come home in a box made of pine
Folded flags for the ones left behind
But I worked too damn hard
To die like a poor man
Chained to the land of the free
Wasted my younger days
Hostage to fortune
Believing that God cared for me
Oh believing that God cared for me
But I worked too damn hard
To die like a poor man
Chained to the land of the free
Wasted my younger days
Hostage to fortune
Believing that God cared for me
Oh believing that God cared for me
I worked too damn hard
To die like a poor man
Chained to the land of the free
Wasted my younger days
Hostage to fortune
Believing that God cared for me
Oh believing that God cared for me
Oh believing that God cared for me
