“Thomas Lander Don’t Bow” [Verse 1] Thomas Lander’s got a long white beard, Looks like time just gave up here, Cigar smoke and a weathered stare, Knows a hundred sins and don’t say prayers. Boots got miles, knuckles scarred, Lived his truth the hard damn way, If you ask him how he’s doin’, son, He’ll shrug and light another flame. [Chorus] He drinks whiskey in a shot glass, straight and mean, No apologies, no in-between, Purple Jeep rollin’ like a warning sign, Irish blood and a stubborn spine, Yeah the world can bend, break, beg, and plead, But Thomas Lander don’t bow, don’t kneel. [Verse 2] He don’t trust suits or shiny words, Learned real quick who runs this world, Paid his dues in sweat and scars, Lost a few friends, raised hell in bars. Luck of the Irish, curse of the same, Some men pray, some men fight, Thomas tips his glass to ghosts, And drives straight through the night. [Chorus] He drinks whiskey in a shot glass, burns like truth, Taught him more than Sunday pews, Purple Jeep kickin’ gravel and sin, With a cigar clenched hard in a crooked grin, Yeah the saints might talk, but the devil knows, Thomas Lander don’t bow, don’t fold. [Bridge] He’s got fire in his veins and ash in his hands, Still believes in freedom, God, and land, From old Irish songs to outlaw chords, He don’t need luck — he’s survived the war. [Chorus] He drinks whiskey in a shot glass, black and bold, Every line on his face earned and owed, Purple Jeep parked where the pavement dies, Under blood-red stars and broken lights, Yeah time keeps knockin’, but it won’t prevail, Thomas Lander don’t bow, don’t fail. [Outro] So if you see smoke risin’ where the blacktop ends, That ain’t trouble — that’s a man standin’, Long white beard, heart made of stone, Thomas Lander rides alone.
