[Verse: Slow groove, walking bass, minimal guitar strums, laid-back] I got a good idea of how to make this world right Let's get a few of us together on a Saturday night Find a little room somewhere out in the sticks Don't it make sense to me? I think it might I think it might I think it might [Verse 2: Pick up the tempo, steady snare, bluesy lead guitar licks creeping in] I had a little thinkin' while I was drivin' in my car I found out who you really are You're a nation of people who won't heal And a town of a thousand bars A thousand bars A thousand bars [Chorus: Big sound, punchy snare, slide guitar with grit, raw vocals] And I don't care where you're from What your color is or what you've done We're a nation of people who won't heal But we've got to find a way to get along Get along Get along [Verse 3: Return to slower groove, deep bass, gritty harmonica fills] I was driving up the middle of the highway I was halfway there when it occurred to me We're a nation of people who won't heal And I ain't no better than you and you ain't no better than me Better than me [Chorus: Build up, heavy on cymbals, organ swelling in the background] And I don't care where you're from What your color is or what you've done We're a nation of people who won't heal But we've got to find a way to get along Get along Get along Get along Get along [Outro: Soft fade, stripped down, soulful guitar bends, distant harmonica]
