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The acoustic version of My Land because sometimes #shithole country-inspired songs just can't wait. And no, Sofia wasn't an official Russian Warrior Princess that I know of, but she was BAD ASS! For Christmas, my grandpa shared some stories about his parents. Sofia was kicked by a horse and had a steel plate in her head, she fought off a pack of wolves with firewood, her parents died when she was three and she was in the care of the town "mayor." When she heard they were going to amputate after a leg injury, she ran away and healed herself in the woods by soaking her leg in a stream and wrapping it with leaves...all before she made it to Germany, Scotland and then finally the US in 1907.

My Land. #dumptrump

This land was made for you and me.

Watch where you're walking, you might step on a crack and then we'd have to break your sweet mama's back. Oh, and watch how you're talking you might say something that you'll later regret. When we got you out back. And we ask for your papers and your cards. Then we revoke them and throw out to the yard.

Welcome to the land of the free and the brave. We can't help you any longer I'm afraid. We don't give a damn where you go. Just as long as you ain't here no more. This is my land. Created just for me: the white and the wealthy man. This is my land. Created just for me created just for me, me, me. It's the rise of the white and the wealthy man.

Burn all your textbooks we don't need them anymore. I will tell you what you need to know. Oh, and spy on your neighbors, we can't trust them anymore. You just never, you never know. If you're pretty enough, I might let you pass. Just as long as you let me TAP THAT SWEET ASS.

Welcome to the land of the free and the brave. We can't help you any longer I'm afraid. We don't give a damn where you go. Just as long as you ain't here no more. This is my land. Created just for me: the white and the wealthy man. This is my land. Created just for me created just for me, me, me. It's the rise of the white and the wealthy man.

And I will save my friends, build my legacy. I will rape the land 'cuz it belongs to me. And don't you, don't you ever worry. But don't you ever step out of line. Never mind the man behind the curtain. Move along, move along, move along, MOVE ALONG.

Welcome to the land of the free and the brave. We can't help you any longer I'm afraid. We don't give a damn where you go. Just as long as you ain't here no more. This is my land. Created just for me: the white and the wealthy man. This is my land. Created just for me created just for me, me, me. It's the rise of the white and the wealthy man.

This land is your land. This land is my land. From California to the New York Islands. From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream Waters. This land was made for you and me.

 

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