Under the Gun

Damon A, born in Santa Fe

To a lovely girl, who knew nothing of the world

She said, baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame

He said, I don't know, let me explain

All his life it was never right

Still he had his dream, made it work out in-between

Hearing, baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame

But they shot him down

So my, I guess we gotta find a home

(Were we born to be)

So my, I guess we gotta find a home

(Were we born to be alone?)

Miami hated Tennessee

So she packed her bag

Halfway gone, she called her dad

He said, baby girl, if you want free, you won't see me

She said, okay, then just let me be

Got some work, called bosses, sir

But although she tried, something's sick inside

Hearing, baby girl, if you want free, you won't see me

And they shot her down

So my, I guess we gotta find a home

(Were we born to be)

So my, I guess we gotta find a home

(Were we born to be alone?)

No, sorry

Everybody wants their way

Everybody wants their way in the Promise Land

So sorry

Everybody has to wait

Everybody has to wait in the Promise Land

It's been a long time

I need to go

Maybe I'll hit the road

What I'm trying to find

I don't even know

Maybe I'll hit the road