So you lead a desert life, I wont ask you how you do.
There’s nothing for miles, no river wild but life’s streaming through.
Tell me does it rain here during storms?
Or is it just sand rubbing at the hands of the working man.
I can see that you work hard for a life, feed yourself, feed a family.
Watching over flock, one eye open constantly,
Watching for the man with a plan to take what he can,
Kicking up like a sand storm.
No, you cant take my home,
No, this is all I’ve grown.
It may not be much, but its mine, and I’ll defend it with my life.
No, you cant take my home.
City born rug rat living in your box flat, I wont ask you how you do,
You're living by your means, pulling at the seams, just scraping through.
You're working for another mans dream,
You're breaking your back so that he might see,
But you got a plan, gonna stick it to the man
And it’s playing out soon,
Singing...
No, you can't take my dreams,
No, they were made by me.
They may not be much, but they're mine and I will lead them in this life,
Oh no, you can't my dreams.
Tell me what did you want to be when you were a boy,
Mr big man sitting in your pram throwing out your toys.
Kicking up war for your greed, for your vanity,
That reigns terror over good folk with families.
How far will you push?
How long will it take before the big pure heart of a bigger man breaks, And he stands up and the rest all follow
And your evil little plan well it falls to the rubble and no!
So I lead a van life, need not ask me why I do.
I’m living how I choose, I’m battling through, but I’m doing what I love.
And yes it rains for me just like for you,
But my roots are growing stronger and branches reaching further
And I try to live true.
Hell its all different strokes, we trip up and we choke,
Do what you want cos we’re in the same boat.
I’m no less than you and I’m not any more,
I’ll stand my ground if he brings the war.
Crying no, you cant take me down.
No, who gave you that crown?
I may not be much but I am, and you can be sure that I will stand,
Oh no, you wont take me down.
Oh and no, you cant take our souls
Who made you a god?
We’ve got our lives, know right from wrong
And just with that we get along, so
No, you cant take our souls.
No, you cant take our souls.
Tom tells his stories with undertones of blues, roots, surf, and folk, grown through a forest of soaring acoustic
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