Took my first breath, where the muddy Brazos, spills into the gulf of Mexico Where the skyline’s colored by chemical plants, t’put bread on the table of the working man Where the working man does his best to provide, safety and shelter for kids and a wife Given little love n soul every day, making over time to keep the wolves away
Well I was barely thirteen when the company man, tried to dig my daddy’s grave It happened on a French owned tanker ship, spilling poison in the Galveston Bay Where the liquid fire filled his lungs and his eyes, silenced any mortal cries Cold and the grip of death stinging pain, he fought like hell to keep the wolves away
For the next few years dad was sick as a dog, but he made a recovery just to spite the odds Settlement came and we moved out of town, where the sky isn’t heavy with refinery clouds Yeah he’s still alive he’s doing good he’s in his fifties But the moneys running out, and he’s pinching for pennies So goin’ for broke with every song I’ve made, ‘cos now it’s my turn to keep the wolves awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
