My country 'tis of thee Sweetest land of liberty Now that my dollar is my vote And no one listened when the sages spoke Did you get the letter that I wrote When flames engulfed the golden coast? Call me a slippery snake For the apple that I ate And the way the truth tastes I wouldn't call it a mistake When the legends written I will be blamed Am I the guilty one or are we all the same? Take your rib back, for which I never asked It was not my failure, it was your wrath On the train and off again the metal tracks do not pretend To be wings, and still the wind, where it goes and where it's been Tuggin' on my sleeve Burden me with pain and toil Punish me with sweat and soil Back to the wilderness, whence I came The moon has always called my name I've got blood on my hands and hair untamed A woman the garden could not contain I'm sure these words will be erased But I know how paradise is made On the train and off again the metal tracks do not pretend To be wings, and still the wind, where it goes and where it's been Tuggin' on my sleeve