Public Land Owner

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