Red, White, and Broke

[Verse 1]
Clock in early, clock out late
Boss bought a boat, I got duct-taped brakes
Bills on the counter like a losing hand
Chasing that dream they put in our hands
Factory closed in our hometown square
"Progress" showed up, but it stayed out there
Stripes on the flag, stars in my eyes
Wonder when the truth caught up to the lies
[Chorus]
I’m red, white, and broke in the new world
Trying to raise a boy, trying to raise a girl
They say there’s plenty, I don’t see much
Just empty pockets and a prayer to clutch
I ain’t asking for a golden throne
Just a fair shot and a place called home
In the land of the free, where the lines all blur
I’m red, white, and broke in the new world
[Verse 2]
Out-of-town suits, they buy up the land
Cheap on the wages, high on demands
Blame every stranger standing in line
But the man at the top keeps drawing the lines
Saw a tired mama with a baby in tow
Doing what she had to, same as us below
Ain’t just one story of who's right or wrong
It’s a whole lot of people holding on
[Chorus]
I’m red, white, and broke in the new world
Trying to raise a boy, trying to raise a girl
They say there’s plenty, I don’t see much
Just empty pockets and a prayer to clutch
I ain’t asking for a golden throne
Just a fair shot and a place called home
In the land of the free, where the lines all blur
I’m red, white, and broke in the new world
[Bridge]
Rich getting richer, that’s the oldest tale
We’re all down here, stuck in the same jail
Fighting each other for the same small crumb
While the real feast waits in some boardroom
[Chorus]
I’m red, white, and broke in the new world
Trying to raise a boy, trying to raise a girl
They say there’s plenty, I don’t see much
Just empty pockets and a prayer to clutch
I ain’t asking for a golden throne
Just a fair shot and a place called home
In the land that I love, I’m still holding firm
Red, white, and broke in the new world

country, Modern country-rock with male vocals; steady mid-tempo groove driven by twangy electric guitar, brushed snare, and warm bass. Verses stay tight and conversational with sparse fiddle fills; chorus lifts with stacked harmonies and a brighter acoustic strum. Bridge pulls instruments back for an intimate, almost spoken moment before a final, full-band singalong chorus., world, rich