You can put down your gun
You can put down your pen
Put down your microphone
friend
You burned up the roads
Watched the seeds
that you sowed
Burn into hearts
over and over again
You ran straight into danger
never met a stranger
then you came home
to die like a man
Now you're free as a
Blue Norther
down along the border
loose on a wild prairie wind
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