“Broken Country” Verse 1 Fuel’s gone up again at the pump this week, Cost to move a load is climbing steep, The trucker passes it down the line, Till it lands on the shelf at a price that’s a crime. Verse 2 Groceries got us by the collar, Fifty bucks for a bag, and what’s in it? Not much, Put the good stuff back, count the coins twice, Is it milk or the light bill? Pick one, that’s the price. Chorus It’s a broken country, comin’ apart at the seams, Can’t afford to fill the tank, can’t afford to eat, Lord, I still love this land, from the coast to the plain, But how long can a house stand divided in the rain? Verse 3 Winter’s comin’ on, it’s a six-month haul, Woodstove or the furnace, can’t afford them all, Layers on the bed, kettle on low, Some will stay warm, some will stay fed, but not both, I know. Verse 4 Mill’s been shut and the jobs have gone, Tariffs at the border, the pain rolls on, Mama waited months for a doctor to call, We paid in all our lives, and now we’ve got nothing at all. Bridge Quebec’s talkin’ leavin’, Alberta’s got one foot out the door, Everybody’s shoutin’ what they’re owed, nobody’s listenin’ for The Maritimes, the North, the folks in between, Who just want a country like it used to be. Final Chorus It’s a broken country, but it’s still ours to mend, Pull together, or we all come to an end, From the Restigoosh to the Rockies, one flag, one land, Broken country... don’t let go of my hand.
