Blake Crawford - Torn in the USA
I took your picture in a New York State of mindI was four feet tall and you were all the God in my eyes
I watched you fall apart later on channels eleven & nine
Oh and every year since, I've been torn in the USA
So I followed our pain all the way to the western coast
Through wheat fields glistening just like a yellow brick road
That's where I met Neil Young and I asked him bout a heart of gold
He said it ain't what you think, we're out here watching the waves break
Torn in the USA
What do I do with all my fifty states
Of dreams coming true and slipping away
I'm as blue as New Jersey, I'm as white as Carolina
In the rain
And I'm torn, torn in the USA
Cut from the cloth of the cross and Miss Betsy Ross
So I'm a little worn in the shoulders and I'm heavy on the heart
And my stars don't spangle, and my stripes are all self-taught
The cost of following's great, torn in the USA
What do I do with all my fifty states
Of dreams coming true and slipping away
I'm as blue as New Jersey, I'm as white as Carolina
In the rain
And I'm torn, torn in the USA
Written by:
Blake Crawford
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