

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:12
No
2/3/2026