Country Roads

Bryan Wilson

Growing up without a ma made me a cold motherfucker
Never learned compassion Na just building guns with my brother
Stole my first car at nine, daddy wouldn't let me do the time
Cuz he wanted to bruise my backside
And that he did. Ida been on drugs too if I had to deal with two bad ass kids
He worked hard, gave us what he could
I had a chip on my shoulder cuz we was poor
But I just never understood
From a town with two stop lights, two bars and two churches
Never stepped foot in either, I felt it wadnt part of my purpose
I became a fuckin heathen got too big to take a beatin
My conscience was overheatin tryina keep up with my demons
Imprisoned in this small town
No hope for grievin
Country roads lead me home but I only dream of leavin
I could see the sadness eatin at ya
Please just let this last thing pass
I woulda sold my soul if it could only mean relieving you

There's a hundred muthafuckas that I know had it rougher
I never want my kids to suffer the way I did with my brother
I won't ever not be cold the man that returned with my mother
I will always teach my kids they need to protect each other
Cuz daddy had a rough life
Daddy had a long night
Daddy rode off on the Harley
Now daddy's in a bar fight
Daddy got locked up again but I promise it'll be alright
I'll be out in couple days and I swear I'll change my troubled ways

Son, I don't want no trouble please
Just at least have the decency
To see thru the weakness
Don't want no trouble please
Just at least have the decency
To see thru the weakness
Don't want no trouble please
Just at least have the decency
To see thru the weakness
Son, don't want no trouble please
Just at least have the decency
This is just a small piece of me

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