Come and Take It

[Verse 1]
Dust on the Bible
Blood in the sand
Mama said, “Boy, this ain’t our land”
But I was raised
On stories and smoke
Of men holdin’ ground
Till the last gun spoke
[Chorus]
“Come and take it”
Carved in my bones
I stand my line
I don’t stand alone
You want my land
You want my soul
Come and take it
Over my stone
[Verse 2]
Cold iron cannon
Star-faded flag
Boot prints draggin’
On a torn canvas bag
They said remember
I never forget
Ghosts in the mesquite
Ain’t left us yet
[Chorus]
“Come and take it”
Carved in my bones
I stand my line
I don’t stand alone
You want my land
You want my soul
Come and take it
Over my stone
[Bridge]
I hear ’em prayin’
By the mission wall
Names like thunder
In a distant drawl
Freedom’s a promise
Shouted through smoke
A word you defend
Till your ribs get broke (oh Lord)
[Chorus]
“Come and take it”
Carved in my bones
I stand my line
I don’t stand alone
You want my land
You want my soul
Come and take it
Over my stone

country, Brooding outlaw-country ballad with male vocals; low-tuned acoustic guitar and a distant tremolo electric, slow brushed snare that swells into a big, stomping, gang-vocal chorus. Steel guitar moans on turnarounds, baritone guitar doubles the hook. Verses feel intimate and haunted; chorus explodes like a campfire chant, with shout-along lines and stacked harmonies. Gritty, roomy mix with a live-saloon echo., deep, ballad