Border

Twenty miles down a desert road
 If you walk that far, 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 [?] the Land of the Free
 [?] the 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 move all day
 Send it all back to the family, save a few bucks for that Bow King
 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