Border - Courtney Marie Andrews

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