Last Man Standing Nick Lutsko

Well, I set up camp in a sacred land
I counted the days that I've lived on my hands
And I buried the memory
Of a cold and broken world

Well, I've been alone since I was a child
My mother and father were there for a while
And they tried to protect me
With a bullet straight into my skull

But I was a fighter, I wouldn't allow it
Some say I was lucky, some say they were cowards
But they left me one lesson
“If you're gonna do something, you damn well do it right”

So I grew up with a fight
And the words that I heard on that night
Dear Jesus, deliver our son from these sinners

Well, I spent my life travelling what's left of the land
Mostly starving and covered in scars by the hands
Of much hungrier men
Fighting for their place to eat

Well, I found me a girl, heading South in the spring
She was lost and alone and much younger than me
But I knew that I loved her
The moment that I heard her speak