Testo 300 Miles One Man Army
Miles from home, a dusty road
We left our guns behind
Runninâ for the border
I can still hear my baby cry
Been stuck for weeks, the desert heat
With blistered memories
Well the lonely winds are blowinâ
And tonight weâre rollinâ home
Weâre rollinâ home
Weâre rollinâ home
Tonight weâre rollinâ home