Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago. Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row. I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mind. He wanted me to chase my dreams t
Daddy hit the bottle. Momma hit the roof. They must've hit it off. I'm the living proof. All their bad habits. Got handed down to me. You can find me hanging. From the family tree. . Daddy ha
Kiss me bany on the curb. Throw your arms around my waist. Send me off with your sweet words. Say a little prayer. Show a little faith. These boots are broken in. From always leaving you. This
Don't you spare my feelings. Don't you be scared of blood. Don't you break it to me gently. Don't you use kid gloves. Don't sweet talk me, baby. Don't sugarcoat. The bitter little pill. You're
