I know what its like, growing up poor I remember that night walking home from the store Stopping every few minutes, sitting down that jug Blowing on my hands trying to warm them up And seeing that other kid from my homeroom class In that nice warm car, as he rode past And our eyes meeting as they sometimes did Reading my name on his lips Kerosene kid, dont let em get you down Just hold your head up and be proud Kerosene kid, they dont understand Everything that we got is a gift Kerosene kid I get home with that jug Mama filled up the heater And those kerosene fumes filled up the trailer Got all over everything like a blanket of dust On the sheets, on the bed, on the carpet, and on us Next morning at school in yesterdays clothes Somebody be laughing, some girl be holding her nose Id sit there embarrassed, my face turning red Getting at her telling myself Kerosene kid, dont let em get you down Just hold your head up and be proud Kerosene kid, they dont understand Everything that we got is a gift Kerosene kid You might also likeEvery day when I look in the mirror I cant say enough About the little man back in my memory That never gave up Kerosene kid, they didnt get you down You held your head up, you stood proud Kerosene kid, yeah you understand Everything that you got is a gift Kerosene kid, dont let them get you down Hold your head up and stay proud Kerosene kid, well all understand Everything that we got is a gift Kerosene kid Dont let em get you down
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