Border

Twenty miles down a desert road
If he walked that far, he ain’t never comin’ home
Never comin’ home

Sonoran Sun, it never quits
If you cover your neck, it’ll burn your lips
Thorns in his hair, dust in his teeth

Coyote man, land of the free
A water can, land of the free
Land of the free

There is always a reason, a story to tell
But you cannot measure a man until
You’ve been down the deepest well

And when I get to the land of the brave
Gonna buy me a hammer and work all day
Send it all back to the family
Save a few bucks for that bull canteen
Stand outside that hardware store
Don’t matter the job they need me for
Need me for

There is always a reason, a story to tell
But you cannot measure a man until
You’ve been down the deepest well

There is always a reason, a story to tell
But you cannot measure a man until
You’ve been down the deepest well