My Own Hands

Far as this old memory goes

My roots have been down here

Dust and flood and heaven knows

It’s just another year

Just another year

Sand and stone and nothing grows

No green among the brown

But it’s more than someone’s lonely bones that’s

Buried underground

Waiting to be found

PRECHORUS

But these secrets never keep

When there’s always someone creeping ‘round

Well I have never been a rich man

Living off this land

Only needed what I built

With the strength of my two hands

With the strength of my own hands

PRECHORUS

Now they’re digging in my soil

And they’re drinking up my oil

CHORUS

Crossed that line

In the sand

Comes a time

To take matters into my own hands

All these years gone by now, I’ve

Been keeping to myself

But sometimes trouble finds you

When you’re looking somewhere else

When your mind is somewhere else

PRECHORUS

And they wonder if I might

Let them take it all without a fight

Now the quiet’s almost hard to bear

Just the coyotes comin’ round

And it’s more than someone’s lonely bones

That’s buried underground

No more to be found