Vine To Vine

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