I get down on my knees amen
I'm praying for this day to end
No point se>ling in this town
The Sheriff's eyes, they hunt me down
These fields I go to run and hide
This pistols more than saved my life
The red dirt road is in my blood
Keep on travelling thought the crud
Everywhere I dream to roam
Is feeling more and less like home
I hear the screams of stolen land
It's louder than the Rio Grand
My home is where my boots are found But I'm living ..... on this borrowed ground
I've got things to learn it's true
But honey look cause so do you
One square mile and an old tin shed
Is where I'm gonna lay my head
Everywhere I dream to roam
A place to claim, but yet my own
Echoes haunt of stolen lands
Loud as Rio's ShiTing sands
My home is where my boots tread no sound I'm living...... on this borrowed ground
I'm living...... on this borrowed ground