Your hometown's shining like a magazine
From Queen Crown and a picket fence
Everybody's chit-chatting on the main street
back They all know you from way back when
Flip the page,
it's a broke down dream There's a truck in the yard and a bird in
the cage Trying to make cash like their daddy does
You're looking at the reason everybody stays
You and your brother,
you don't get along
Trouble's got nothing on blood in the veins
You don't really recognize his face anymore But neither does he,
so you got nothing to say
Uncle Henry's selling everything Back road dirt deals cranking away
Your sister shines bright with a crystal hue
Pumping through the blood of her newborn baby
Oooooh
After everyone,
baking a pie and working overtime
She taught you all about making ends meet
And then nothing turns out like the nursery rhymes
Flip a coin and call it pride or shame
Red and white and the working blues
Welfare, warfare,
laying the blame
No matter who wins, someone's gonna lose
It's a heavy world on a rusted chain
Pulling hard to make the pendulum swing
But it doesn't swing back and it never will
If we're putting our trust in a broke-down dream