From the album Wicked Lines & Veins

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Lyrics

I’ve been east and west
From the lowlands up the mountain’s steps
And back beneath a prairie sun
I was born to shoot and raised to run

From the willow to the cedar’s shade
In the darkness where I work my trade
In the snow and sleet come wintertime
In the wetlands where I set my lines

Well if I was an honest man, you know I’d hold a losing hand anyhow
This livin’ ain’t a winning game, it’s mostly only ice and rain anyhow
And who the fuck are you to say
What a man like me can do today anyhow?

I got run out of Reesor County
Chased off by the Mounties
Damn strikers just kept coming ‘round
So we staked out a shipment and shot ‘em down

Well I said I’d give up farming
I loaded up my Browning
And I settled down in this here place
And if the money’s good, to me, it’s all the same

Ain’t got no shame and I got no fear, I got twenty sides of whitetail deer out here
Got beaver hides and otter pelts, a skinning knife swings from my belt out here
And who the fuck are you to say
What a man like me can do today out here?

It’s a shame you’ve come to find me
And I know you’re bound by duty
I got one thing left to say here son
You oughta run

Cause there’s living yet for you
I can’t say the same is true for me
I’ve known death as long as life
And I’ve flushed the lights out from many sets of eyes

Listen: guttin’ a man ain’t all that different, guttin’ a man ain’t all that different to me
And the law don’t mean a goddamn thing, the law don’t mean a goddamn thing to me
And who the fuck are you to say
What a man like me can do today anyhow?

And if today the good lord’s burning hand
Should take me to the promised land
At least I know I’m going home
Either way I’m going home tonight

To the fields up north where I was raised
My brothers rolling bales of hay
Or maybe just down the road a ways
It’s hard to say

And who the fuck are you to say
What a man like me can do today anyhow?