Borrowed Ground

I get down on mykneesamen I'mprayingfor this day to end Nopointsettling in this town The Sheriff's eyes, they hunt me down ThesefieldsI go to run and hide Thispistolsmore thansavedmy life The red dirt road is in my blood Keep ontravellingthought the crud Everywhere Idreamto roam Isfeelingmore and less like home I hear thescreamsofstolenland It'slouderthan the Rio Grand My home iswheremybootsarefoundBut I'mliving..... on thisborrowedground I've gotthingstolearnit's true Buthoneylookcauseso do you Onesquaremile and an old tin shed IswhereI'mgonnalay my head Everywhere Idreamto roam Aplaceto claim, but yet my own Echoeshauntofstolenlands Loud as Rio'sShiftingsands My home iswheremybootstread nosoundI'm living...... on thisborrowedground I'm living...... on thisborrowedground