I got tired of walking So I down on my knees My pale skin got melted, but lungs still can breath This desert sun burns me, but I will keep move on Because my mom Martha still waits me at home
I’m on my way back home so I just must move on through this mists of sand down on the Kansas land
I just ran from jail and don’t want come back I’m sure hounds got unleashed and already on track But my mind still clear and I know what I do I’m cursing hot star and I keep going through
I’m on my way back home so I just must move on through this mists of sand down on the Kansas land
I’m on my way back home so I just must move on through this mists of sand down on the Kansas land