Unfortunate Son

Your circle broke when you left for the backroads
Up jumped the devil and your soul had to follow
Not the devil that you follow
Everyone giving good pieces of their mind
You just ran and left them all at the wayside
Getting the hell of out of stateside

Never blinked when you walked into the unknown over sun scorched hills and woods overgrown
But this is nothing like no backcountry that you know
No this ain't nothing like no backcountry that you know

Someone’s got their hands pressed over both eyes
Never blinked when you toed all the crooked lines
For God and country all the traitors are gonna die
For God and country all the heathens are gonna die

Now I see the dread in every coming day and I miss my home oh so far away
Real american grace
What I wouldn't give to feel again dakota winds blowing fierce across my weather burned face
Those who leave no trace