

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boots on the porch Flag in the morning wind Coffee and headlines Arguing Then laughing again I drive past fields Factories Downtown glass Nobody perfect But we still raise a glass [Chorus] Freedom tastes like home to me Loud and rough and wild and free From sea to sea We disagree And still stand up together I’m proud of every crooked line Every scar we call our own I love this USA of mine Freedom tastes like home [Verse 2] Voices collide On every channel Every street But we keep marching Different drums Same beat (oh yeah) Hand on my heart When the old song starts to play Thinking of strangers Who gave me this ordinary day [Chorus] Freedom tastes like home to me Loud and rough and wild and free From sea to sea We disagree And still stand up together I’m proud of every crooked line Every scar we call our own I love this USA of mine Freedom tastes like home [Bridge] We fight We fail We get back up again We build We break Then try to make amends (hey!) [Chorus] Freedom tastes like home to me Loud and rough and wild and free From sea to sea We disagree And still stand up together I’m proud of every crooked line Every scar we call our own I love this USA of mine Freedom tastes like home
Tags
rock, Anthemic modern rock, mid-tempo drive with crunchy rhythm guitars and a singing lead line. Big, open drums and steady bass under male vocals; verses stay tight and conversational, chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a soaring top-line. Brief guitar hook between sections, last chorus up a notch with extra backing shouts and ride cymbal lift.
3:13
No
3/29/2026