I was only nineteen the morning you were born With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own Barely a woman with only a song I sang to keep you smilin and held you all night long Home through the streets with you in my arms Cold winter mornings in a Colorado town Youve seen me stumble, Ive watched you fall I know that Ive got nothing, you know weve got it all Rain comes down and the trucks rollin by Does that old parka keep you dry? Sixteen years old, out on the road Tryin to get to the sky Back in September you called me on the phone Ma, you know I love you but I gotta be own my own Comes a time in a boys life when hes got to be a man Please dont try to find me, please try to understand I got me a job in a rock and roll band Im gonna try to see if I can get by Sixteen years old, out on the road Trying to get to the sky Ive watched you grow through all these years Youve seen me stumble and Ive dried your tears Sometimes there were roses, sometimes it was thorns I know youre gonna make it as sure as you were born And I hope from what you wanted you get what you need I know youre gonna make it, you were born to the breed Sixteen years old, out on the road Trying to get to the sky
sixteen, year, old, born, stumble