Born in the back wood Way up on a hill Fourteen miles from the edge of town Where his daddy worked the mill
His mother was a shepherd On that rocky rolling bluff A simple life, a simple time And for the kid, it wasn't enough
A mean young country boy Fire in his veins Looking for some purpose To take him far away
So he let out at dawn And road the rail to Boston Signed his name, tipped his hat His pride strapped straight across him
Leaving town the whistle blew It bellowed through the harbor With all the people waving He dreamt about his mother
A mean young country boy Fire in his veins Off to sea at last Off to make a name
He had a sweetheart Somewhere in his mind Didn't quite know What she looked like But it got him through the night
When the water was high And the guns were loud And the colonel called his name After the battle on the bay He never was the same
A mean young country boy Fire in his veins After the battle on the bay He never was the same
A mean young country boy Fire in his veins After the battle on the bay He never was the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
