Just walked off this dirt road Overalls, working gloves and nothing but time to think
All the farms look the same Brown picket fences Cows, chickens, bulls and swine It's honest work Fills my tummy and lets me live for another day Honest folk on the frontier
Got some work buddy? I'm nameless Joe I'll work hard for ya He invites me in
Most days, I feel human Most Other times the sound of the coyotes in the backwoods sounds too familiar
No friends for miles No relationships worth its weight in the gold of the panhandle
Companionship is a rare gift that fades like the wind
Live off the land that abandoned you Jagged edges on the roadside Bus stop with no direction home Take a seat, next stop anywhere
Same faces Same stories Same burning sun
Welcome to America Insert state sign Pay taxes with blood and sweat Talk to yourself to feel alive Breathe in one more night Keep a knife by your side
It's a state of being To be known To exist
Pray under the light of a clear night sky To be remembered before ashes to ashes Dust to dust
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