"America" lyrics - LAURA VEIRS

How can it be so cold out here in America?
Everybody's packing' heat in America
Training their barrels in the city streets of America

America
America

The cart has come unhitched from the horse in America
Down the hill and off the course of America
Founding fathers roll in the graves in America

America
America

Wind is blowing through the trees of America
New kind of wilderness for me in America
Every madman finds his peace in America

America
America
America

America

America
America
America

America

America

America