Vine To Vine - Matthew Dear

I was a breathe a short of death

I was in grave danger

And I tried with all my might to write myself from the assault from this

strange strangER

And I never did expect such intolerance from a ranger

Now my body lies in the heat of the Texas sun

no time for revenge or anger

My wife sits and waits for me

but I will never come back home

Only so many years on this earth

And this is how I go?

This land I broken now

has broken my fall

One bullet through the palm of my raised hand

From a vicious man not even that tall

Bury me south of the divided street

Pack that land in between my teeth

Always had my death all planned out

and it just so happens to be right now-ow

verbal

What you want now you goin get it?

go back home now

this isn’t your land now