America - Noah Gundersen, Noah Gundersen and the Courage

I came through the fence in ‘93

I know that they are after me today

I believe this is the land for me

Of hope, and grace, and liberty

Oh, my grandfather, he told me

Son, you’ll never have to run anymore

Oh, but I broke the law

Which I will surely die for

But, now

I am on my way

I have to leave today

Tell my wife and boy that I love them

I gave my son to America

God, I pray they treat him well

Well, my daddy left when I was five

I do not know if he’s alive at all

And, it’s hard with just my mom and me

But I work to feed my family

And, I work hard to keep my bitter pay

That the rich man comes and takes away

So, I killed him in the dead of night

With my father’s gun

I took his life away

I took his life away

Now, I say

I was on my way

I have to leave today

Tell my mom and sister that I love them

I am on the run

From America

God, I pray they don’t catch me

Now, I sit here in this dirty cell

The jailer comes to give me hell

They have caught me and my race is run

I’ll surely pay for what I’ve done

But, then I look up and I see

This old man staring at me

He tells me I remind him of someone

His own boy he left at the age of 5

That probably thought his daddy died

And, how he wished he could tell him

He would say

I was on my way, had to leave that day

Tell my wife and boy that I love them

I gave my love to America

God I pray they treat him well

Oh, god I pray they treat well

God, I pray they treat him well