Something bout the wrinkle in your forehead Tells me theres a fit bout to get thrown If we get the van out of the ditch before morning Aint nobody gotta know bout what I done And I never hear a single word you say When you tell me not to have my fun Its the same old shit that I aint gonna take off anyone And I dont need to be forgiven By them people in the neighborhood When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye You said Paw, we just aint no good. We were heathens in their eyes at the time I guess I am just a heathen still And I never have repented for the wrongs you say Ive done I done what I feel It was a difficult delivery Now hes growing up mean and strong When you tell me that its getting just a little bit tight Aint the first time I been outgrown And now Im gonna push a little harder She aint revved till the rods are thrown And Ill walk away And I dont need to be forsaken By you or anybody else And I never had a shortage of people tryin to warn me The dangers I pose to myself Heathens And these times can take their toll sometimes And I know you feel the same way too It just gets so hard to keep between the ditches When the roads wind the way they do
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