Dirty Five-Thirty Anthem

This is the dirty five-thirty

We still live here

North of the valley where the pines still lean Sawmill padlocked,

rust on the green Daddy ran timber till the paperwork won Now

the diesel eats the check before the week is done They take

our water, pipe it down the line They take our taxes and

they call it fine They drew the map and they kept the

gold Left us the mountain and a long cold road

They call it California on the sign they sell Up here we

learned another name ourselves

This is the dirty five-thirty

This is not the state they sell

We pay for the palace,

we live in the dirt Working-class towns they wrote off first Mills

went quiet, the mountain still stands Same cracked hands,

same secondhand truck They can keep their speeches

We don't give a fuck Dirty five-thirty

We don't back down

Used to be overtime,

a Friday check Work left town and the silence moved in They

take the river, they take the tax Then send the sex offenders

and they don't look back They let our forests burn,

let the towns go down Ash on the main street,

nothing but ground Two X's on the flag for the double-cross Sacramento

talk and a mountain-town cost

Keep your coastal picture and your perfect plan This ground still answers

to a different man

This is the dirty five-thirty

State of Jefferson, we are not for sale We pay for the

palace, we live in the dirt High-dollar gas and a work-stained shirt

Jobs left town. We didn't.

Five-thirty. We live in it.

Same cracked hands, same secondhand truck They can keep their speeches Dirty

five-thirty

We don't back down

They took the water

They took the work

They took the money

And they sent the worst

They let the forests burn

They let the towns burn down We still start the truck

We still raise the flag State of Jefferson

We want it back

This is the dirty five-thirty

LEAVE US ALONE They took the water They took the tax They

sent the worst And they let it burn DIRTY FIVE-THIRTY THIS IS

OUR GROUND DIRTY FIVE-THIRTY WE DON'T BACK DOWN