Every where I go
Trouble seems to find me
Ain't no place that I fit in
Raised in the backwoods
And just like him
Oh I'm a fighting man
I was born
With a gun in my hand
A child of this land
Lord please save me from my sins
Out here howling in the wind
Look to the West
To see your sunset
Sunday kneel at the pew
This old wasteland it is my land
Round here I do what I want to do
I was born
With a gun in my hand
A child of this land
Lord please save me from my sins
Out here howling in the wind
Every where I go
Trouble seems to find me
Ain't no place that I fit in