All My Heroes Are Cowboys – A B Turbo – letras

Who are you paragon?How can I trust those ribbons if I cannot trust a carpenters hands?Aged hands, calloused hands,Those hands that I punctured.If faith was a battle then I surely lost the war.Now we walk and march, on and on.I never thought that this journey would take me so long.I thought that I would be home by now.The reigning of the wicked must back down.