Twenty miles down a desert road If you walk that far, ain't never comin' home Never comin' home Sonoran sun, it never quits If you cover your neck, it'll burn your lips Thorns in his hair, dust in his teeth Coyote [?] the Land of the Free [?] the Land of the Free Land of the Free There is always a reason A story to tell But you cannot measure a man until you've been down the deepest well And when I get to the Land of the Brave Gonna buy me a hammer and move all day Send it all back to the family, save a few bucks for that Bow King Stand outside that hardware store, Don't matter the job they need me for Need me for There is always a reason A story to tell But you cannot measure a man until you've been down the deepest well There is always a reason A story to tell But you cannot measure a man until you've been down the deepest well