VERSE
E
I've been called a cheat, I been called a bum
A
Been called every name, under the sun
E Bf
Cos I don't have none of that there property
A
So I pull myself up to my full size
Bf
Rip open my shirt
A Bf E
This man's a Public Land Owner
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE
Well my Daddy was poor, just like his son
All he left was this shirt and a gun
Said son these two are all you really need
And if anyone tries to take 'em away
Show 'em that shirt
This man's a Public Land Owner
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE
Come on an adventure in the wild with me
Wake up to the dawn in the backcountry
It'll rekindle the fire at the depths of your stagnant soul
When they say back in the city "What happened to you?"
Show 'em your shirt
This man's a Public Land Owner
INSTRUMENTAL + SOLO
VERSE
Pristine lands can't be improved
Don't need to be developed, stamped and approved
Some will offer jobs but don't listen to their lies
Whether they come to drill or come to mine
Show 'em your shirt
This man's a Public Land Owner
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE
You can't put a price on our shared lands
Let 'em try take it out ya cold dead hands
It's the birthright of every man and woman on earth
So when they try to steal or sell it back to you
Sell 'em a shirt
This man's a Public Land Owner
INSTRUMENTAL + SOLO
VERSE
I'm doing for my son as my daddy for me
Teaching him to hunt and how to be free
In the wonders of this beautiful world of ours
The Indians had right, but that times gone
Cos of White men like me, we done mostly wrong
Well everything we touch—it seems to turn to shit
So just sit here son in the countryside
Don't try to change who you are or try to hide
And be proud of that shirt
This man's a Public Land Owner
