Lyrics

A hundred empty homes here
Fifty weeks a year
A hundred empty homes here
Fifty weeks a year
Some folks got no place to live
Honey something has got to give
There’s a hundred empty homes here
Fifty weeks a year

A dollar don’t go quite as far
As it once did
A dollar don’t go quite as far
As it once did
Holdin’ down so many jobs
Feels like we’re being robbed
A dollar don’t go quite as far
As it once did

It’s time we all take a stand
Learn to tend her hand in hand
This land was made for
You and me

A little less weird here
A little more picket fence
A little less weird here
A little more picket fence
The weird is what makes a place
Some things you can’t recreate
A little less weird here
A little more picket fence

Crawling with people
Everywhere you look
Crawling with people
Everywhere you look
Of course you’re all welcome here
We need each other that much is clear
Crawling with people
Everywhere you look

It’s time we all take a stand
Learn to tend her hand in hand
This land was made for
You and me