We werent even supposed to be there
It was just another run
Took a detour cross the river
Make it back home before dawn
And my hands they took to shaking
When I see headlights down the road
Mid-July in Arkansas it sure aint cause Im cold
In my hand I hold a pistol in my heart I hold the weight
Well its been twenty years now
Since my father passed away
Its been me and my brothers since
And we learned to make our way
One went in the army and one was a marine
But since they came back home
We just been taking what we need
Never really think about whats outside the law
And its a long way back home
It wasnt supposed to be like this
Thought no one was around
I never saw it coming
Heard the shots and hit the ground
Thats when the screaming started
And I started up the car
We headed for I-40
Hope they dont follow that far
In my hand I hold a pistol in my heart I hold the weight
Grew up quick grew up strong (all on our own)
Hoping thats enough to get us home