God's Country

State Trooper thinks I drive too fast, pulled me over to tell me so

I say out here on the prairie, any speed is too slow

I miss Brooklyn, I miss my crew, let's start over, I missed my cue

I guess I forgot who I was talking to

I should have recognized that fierce look in his eyes

I've seen it in my mirror so many times

He's gonna put his two cents in 'cause he's got a gun

But I'm gonna put in three 'cause history owes me one

Guess I came out here to see some stuff for myself

I mean, why leave the telling up to everybody else?

This may be God's country, but this is my country too

Yeah, move over, Mister Holiness and let the little people through

Thank you for serving and protecting the likes of me

Thank you for the ticket, now can I leave?

You know I have left everywhere that I have ever been

I don't really recommend it though, not like anybody asked me

Maybe you and I will meet again someday

Yeah, I've been known to come down this road

Yeah, maybe it is destiny and then again

Maybe not, I don't know