My uncle said, come on over
Tonight we’re gonna ruin this perfect blue summer air
With some bonfire smoke
I said, okay Sam, I’ll be over
Pulled on my boots and blue jeans
And drove away singing God Bless the US on the radio

There’s a sea of strange eyes at his doorway
Chevys and Fords block the driveway
Just give us some liquor, and in several hours we’ll be family

How I’d love to belong here with asbestos in my lungs
Yes, I’d love to belong here with hard cider on my tongue
There’s blood in the cracks and the walls are overdue to be knocked down
But I’d love to belong in this beautiful broken country
’Cause she feels like home somehow

My daddy loves telling stories
Suburbanite kid in the 50s
One afternoon he tried to bleach his black hair blonde
He’s out on the porch playing bluegrass
He doesn’t recall much Spanish
And I am the daughter of all he’s lost and all he’s found

Now I’m sitting on blankets with strangers
Eagerly waiting for nightfall
Singing don’t you know us, we’re your native sons

How I’d love to belong here with gasoline in my lungs
Yes, I’d love like to belong here, burning charcoal on my tongue
There’s blood on the ground and we’re all too scared to leave our hearts unlocked
But I’d love to belong in this beautiful broken country
She’s the only home I’ve got

The stars are out, I hear gunshots
And as colors explode in the sky
I can’t help believing that in one sense we really are united

’Cause we’d love to belong here with gunpowder in our lungs
Yes, we’d love to belong here with the taste of pride on our tongues
There’s blood on the grass, crime in our past
And we all know there’s work to be done
But we’d love to belong in this beautiful broken country
Or perhaps just to belong
How I’d love to belong in this beautiful broken country
Or perhaps just to belong