Freedom Tastes Like Home

[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

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.