We werent even supposed to be there It was just another run Took a detour cross the river Make it back home before dawn And my hands they took to shaking When I see headlights down the road Mid-July in Arkansas it sure aint cause Im cold In my hand I hold a pistol in my heart I hold the weight
Well its been twenty years now Since my father passed away Its been me and my brothers since And we learned to make our way One went in the army and one was a marine But since they came back home We just been taking what we need Never really think about whats outside the law
And its a long way back home
It wasnt supposed to be like this Thought no one was around I never saw it coming Heard the shots and hit the ground Thats when the screaming started And I started up the car We headed for I-40 Hope they dont follow that far In my hand I hold a pistol in my heart I hold the weight
Grew up quick grew up strong (all on our own) Hoping thats enough to get us home