I was a breath, short of death I was in grave danger And I tried with all my might, to grab myself in the assault of this Strange stranger I never did expect such intolerance from such a ranger And 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 have 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 Ive always had my death, all planned out And it just so happens, to be right now
intolerance, ranger, land, assault, broken