Lyrics Border - Courtney Marie Andrews

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