“There ain’t nothin’ that ain’t for sale in the land of the free.” Beaucoup Blue uses good old fashioned American country party flavors to bring forth some solid truth while we dance and drink our hump-day margaritas. “The heros go homeless in the ‘home of the brave’”. The entire poem is thought-provoking. “Beautiful for spacious skies, amber waves of grain. Put a casino in the middle.” Yep. Pure American sentiment. Shoutout for the sweet harmony dance of Drive For Hours.