Took

my

first

breath,

where

the

mud-

dy

Bra-

zos

Spills

in-

to

the

Gulf

of

Me-

xi-

co

Where

the

sky-

line’s

co-

lored

by

che-

mi-

cal

plants

T’-

put

bread

on

the

ta-

ble

of

the

work-

ing

man

Where

the

work-

ing

man

does

his

best

to

pro-

vide

Sa-

fety

and

shel-

ter

for

kids

and

a

wife

Gi-

ven

lit-

tle

of

his

soul

e-

very

day

Ma-

king

o-

ver

time

to

keep

the

wolves

a-

way

Well I

was

ba-

rely

thir-

teen

when

the

com-

pa-

ny

man

Tried

to

dig

my

dad

his

grave

It

hap-

pened

on

a

French

ow-

ned

tan-

ker

ship

Spil-

lin'

poi-

son

in

the

Gal-

ve-

ston

Bay

Where

the

li-

quid

fire

filled

his

lungs

and

his

eyes

Si-

lenced

a-

ny

mor-

tal

cries

Cold

and

the

grip

of

death

stin-

ging

pain

He

fought

like

hell

to

keep

the

wolves

a-

way

For

the

next

few

years

dad

was

sick

as

a

dog

But

he

made

a

re-

co-

very

just

to

spite

the

odds

The

set-

tle-

ment

came

and

we

mo-

ved

out

of

town

Where

the

sky

is-

n’t

hea-

vy

with

re-

fi-

ne-

ry

clouds

Yeah

he’s

still

a-

live

he’s

do-

ing

good

he’s

in

his

fif-

ties

But

the

mo-

neys

run-

ning

out,

'n he’s

pin-

ching

for

pen-

nies

So

go-

in’

for

broke

with

e-

very

song

I’ve

made

'Cause

now

it’s

my

turn

to

keep

the

wolves

a-

way