Our Bodies, Our Country

[Verse 1]
They stared when I cut my hair
Said, "Girl, you should learn your place"
They flinched when I held her hand
Like my love was some disgrace
But this heart keeps beatin' stubborn
Like a truck on a dirt back road
I won't tuck my truth in my jacket
Just to keep your comfort whole
[Chorus]
Our bodies, our country
Our names on our own tongues
You don't get to drive this
You don't get to choose our loves
Our choices, our voices
Ain't yours to cross out in red
We are not a vote on your paper
We are livin', we ain't dead
[Verse 2]
They preach from their Sunday benches
Bout the way that I'm supposed to be
But they don't feel this lightning
When my boyfriend smiles at me
They shout in the town hall meeting
Say I'm breakin' some holy plan
But my skin is mine, my story
Not a law in a stranger's hand
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
From the kid in a small-town bedroom
Scared of their own reflection
To the elder holdin' a rainbow flag
At the county fair intersection
We belong in this big wide sky
Same dirt on our workin' boots
Same right to kiss who we like
Same right to grow our roots
[Chorus]

country, Alt-country groove with twangy telecaster, steady brushed kit, and warm upright bass. Verses stay intimate and conversational; choruses explode with gang vocals and stomps, big anthemic chants. Slide guitar cries in the breaks, organ pads lift the bridge. Male or female vocals, raw and defiant with a little grit on the high notes., alternative country