Why has time been given to us?
To say things we don't understand
Words like daggers stab our heart, boys
Gotta be the better man
People they can break your heart, boys
Like no ragged coyote can
Guns and songs, they can not save us,
Gotta be the better man
A man can earn his share of peace, Hoss
or sleep out on the burning sand
Stand and rise above the rest of us
and leave behind the drag-down man
Gotta let it roll right off you
let it fall into the dust
Grace is raining down upon us
You got to be the better man
People they can break your heart, boys
Like no coyote ever can
Guns and songs, they can not save us,
Gotta be the better man
Why has time been given to us?
To say things we don't understand
Words like daggers stab our heart, boys
Gotta be the better man
People they can break your heart, boys
Like no ragged coyote can
Guns and songs, they can not save us,
Gotta be the better man
The world sure can be a ugly place, can't it?
All day long people lookin' to tear you down
Hit you while you're hurting
Grind your good name and your record breaking accomplishments right into the dirt.
You'd be surprised at where it comes from too,
Maybe even from a friend
or someone you thought could be some day a friend
if not for their own weird hang ups
It's hard.
But when those coyotes are gnashing at your back side
When you feel those dirty yellow teeth sinking in
Don't you lay down, Hoss
You stand tall, and shine
like the beacon of hope and forgiveness that you are
You gotta work to be the one who's better than
You gotta be the better man.