I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
And a souped up car on a county road
And I held my own
Learn to hold my own
Daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant
Mama taught the Sunday bible class
So I ran the streets to beat the Devil
Goin' just as fast as I could fly
'Cause I came here to live
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Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
Worried about her little boy 'til I got home
Daddy he'd say listen son
But back then there wasn't much
That I didn't already know
I reckon I was doing close to 80