Forty Acres Forgiven

Twenty-four years, before I was born Up on that tower, in that Texas Sun It rained hell on the living, just a young white boy Made the gun a religion, and just what for Well how long, till we finally take that stand, tell me how long How long, till you listen Uncle Sam, tell me how long When you look outside now, do you like what you see Boy I don't need no rifle, to show you who I be When you look outside now, do you like what you see Boy I don't need no rifle, to show a man who I be Well how long, till we finally take that stand, tell me how long How long, till you listen Uncle Sam, tell me how long Are you feeling all the freedom, with your .44 round Are you feeling a religion, when you hear that sound Are you feeling all the freedom, with your .44 round Are you feeling a religion, when you hear that sound