I can see the river bleedin' out to the promised land
Where there ain't nowhere to run from the blood on your brother's hands
We're payin' the cost for a life here of our own
But left with nothin' but holes to lie in when it's gone
And if I could steal a conscience clean
I'd finally put my mind at ease
Where we ride the rails of a history
Where there ain't no honor among thieves
I could see the blood cover every single country mile
So long ago in time that there ain't no way to reconcile
It's hangin' like a fog so thick left in the air
Founded on their backs for an unkind world to bare
And they had to steal the American dream
But no one's waking from the sleep
Where we ride the rails of a history
Where there ain't no honor among thieves
I could see the river bleedin' out to the promised land
Where there ain't nowhere to run from the blood on your brother's hands
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