Came from the Dakotas looking for a better life
Child on the way and promised work for both me and the wife
Just like something from a novel from nineteen thirty-four
Loaded up the pickup truck looking for the great what for
How can this be the land of promise?
After all the sad that we’ve seen
Living in a tent, couldn’t pay the rent
Is this what America means?
Advertisements told us of the land of jobs and homes
A radio scam from a too rich man who took advantage of us here alone
Standing out front of the hardware mall holding up a paper sign
Ten dollars an hour and sandwich for lunch that I saved for that girl of mine
How can this be the land of promise?
After all the sad that we’ve seen
Working all week at three damn jobs and wonderin’
Is this what America means?
Well the fires of California
Gave the baby the cough
Never met a doctor just a sweet R.N.
But that wasn’t quite enough
How can this be the land of promise?
After all the sad that we’ve seen
Sent her ashes back in a plastic sack
Is this what America means?
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