White Man's Land

I am a savage, I’m always on the run
Four wheels my animal, this guitar is my gun
I never eat and I never sleep, oh, I got to move
Seems everywhere I stand
I’m always on white man’s land
The tax man is at your door
You’re caught up in the race
You’re so down you need a ticket
For a trip to outer space
You wanna run, you wanna hide
This ain’t what you planned
If you are a woman or a man
Your life is nothin' in his hands
Seems that everywhere I stand
I’m always on white man’s land, oh yes
Can you remember when you’ve had so much fun?
Do you feel you’re always at the wrong end of a gun?
You know that it’s a bit too late
To start your life again
And if you are a woman or a man
Your life is nothin' in his hands
Seems that everywhere I stand
I’m always on this white man’s land
Oh, your standin' on it, baby