Die Like A Poor Man

It's been five years since they shut down the factory And ten since that well had run dry Well I sold my soul for the American Dream Now it feels like I'm buried alive Oh it feels like I'm buried alive But I worked too damn hard To die like a poor man Chained to the land of the free Wasted my younger days Hostage to fortune Believing that God cared for me Oh believing that God cared for me This job was never a good living But 'round here it's a way of life You work 'til you die or you go overseas To come home in a box made of pine Folded flags for the ones left behind But I worked too damn hard To die like a poor man Chained to the land of the free Wasted my younger days Hostage to fortune Believing that God cared for me Oh believing that God cared for me But I worked too damn hard To die like a poor man Chained to the land of the free Wasted my younger days Hostage to fortune Believing that God cared for me Oh believing that God cared for me I worked too damn hard To die like a poor man Chained to the land of the free Wasted my younger days Hostage to fortune Believing that God cared for me Oh believing that God cared for me Oh believing that God cared for me