Twenty-four years, before I was born
Up on that tower, in that Texas Sun
It rained hell on the living, just a young white boy
Made the gun a religion, and just what for
Well how long, till we finally take that stand, tell me how long
How long, till you listen Uncle Sam, tell me how long
When you look outside now, do you like what you see
Boy I don't need no rifle, to show you who I be
When you look outside now, do you like what you see
Boy I don't need no rifle, to show a man who I be
Well how long, till we finally take that stand, tell me how long
How long, till you listen Uncle Sam, tell me how long
Are you feeling all the freedom, with your .44 round
Are you feeling a religion, when you hear that sound
Are you feeling all the freedom, with your .44 round
Are you feeling a religion, when you hear that sound