Lyrics The Avett Brothers

The Avett Brothers

We Americans

I grew up with reverence for the red white and blue

Spoke of God and liberty, reciting the pledge of allegiance

Learned love of country from my own family

Some shivered and prayed approaching the beaches of normandy

The flag waves high and that's how it should be

So many lives given and taken in the name of freedom

But the story's complicated and hard to read

Pages of the book obscured or torn out completely

I am a son of Uncle Sam

And I struggle to understand the good and evil

But I'm doing the best I can

In a place built on stolen land with stolen people

Blood in the soil with the cotton and tobacco

Blood in the soil with the cotton and tobacco

Blood in the soil with the cotton and tobacco

A misnamed people and a kidnapped race

Laws may change but we can't erase the scars of a nation

Of children devalued and disavowed

Displaced by greed and the arrogance of manifest destiny

Short-sighted to say it was a long time ago

Not even two lifetimes have past since the days of Lincoln

The sins of Andrew Jackson, the shame of Jim Crow

And time moves slow when the tragedies are beyond description

I am a son of Uncle Sam

And I struggle to understand the good and evil

But I'm doing the best I can

In a place built on stolen land with stolen people

We are more than the sum of our parts

All these broken homes and broken hearts

God will you keep us wherever we go

Will you forgive us for where we've been

We Americans

Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar

Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar

Blood on the table with the coffee and the sugar

I've been to every state, seen shore to shore

The still open wounds of the civil war

Watched blind hatred bounce back and forth

Seen vile prejudice both in the south and the north

And accountability is hard to impose

On ghosts of ancestors haunting the halls of our conscience

But the path of grace and goodwill is still here,

For those of us who may be considered among the living

I am a son of God and man

And I may never understand the good and evil

But I dearly love this land

Because of, and in spite of we the people

We are more than the sum of our parts

All these broken bones and broken hearts

God will you keep us wherever we go

Can you forgive us for where we've been

We Americans

We Americans

Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory

Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory

Love in our hearts with the pain and the memory