The song is obviously old. The acoustic guitar fades in, its strings bleating and chugging like a train against the sounds of vinyl pops. Then the harmonica adds some wah-wah-ing like a steam whistle.

It was mystifying. I had never listened to lyrics that had felt so intrinsically right. Even at a very young age, the lyrics resonated with me, creating a sense of pride for my country in a way that I ...