Song | The Years |
Artist | Cross Canadian Ragweed |
Album | Mission California. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
My mother had a | |
Mexican boyfriend | |
He stole a car once or twice before | |
He got busted at the | |
Best Budget | |
Inn I found my way to the door | |
I couldn't take any more | |
Lived with my sister and her second husband | |
South of the river and on the grid | |
I went to work with my cousin | |
Just like the rest of us kids | |
I tried to keep it all hid | |
It seems so long ago | |
I swore I'd never let it show | |
But I kinda did | |
The years can slip away | |
When you're tryin' to get away | |
And I never did | |
I got tired of country livin' | |
And tryin' to make a new batch of friends | |
It's hard to give when there's no givin' | |
I stuck my thumb in the wind | |
Nothin' against my kin | |
I headed back to where | |
I started | |
Pawned everything | |
I could pawn | |
I guess I thought they'd be open hearted | |
They never knew | |
I was gone | |
I just kept movin' along | |
I work the day and the nightlife | |
I drill the bars and | |
I drill the ground | |
One for pay and one for the good times | |
One of ‘em still hangin' around | |
I put the other one down | |
It seems so long ago | |
I swore I'd never let it show | |
But I kinda did | |
The years can slip away | |
When you're tryin' to get away | |
And I finally did |
My mother had a | |
Mexican boyfriend | |
He stole a car once or twice before | |
He got busted at the | |
Best Budget | |
Inn I found my way to the door | |
I couldn' t take any more | |
Lived with my sister and her second husband | |
South of the river and on the grid | |
I went to work with my cousin | |
Just like the rest of us kids | |
I tried to keep it all hid | |
It seems so long ago | |
I swore I' d never let it show | |
But I kinda did | |
The years can slip away | |
When you' re tryin' to get away | |
And I never did | |
I got tired of country livin' | |
And tryin' to make a new batch of friends | |
It' s hard to give when there' s no givin' | |
I stuck my thumb in the wind | |
Nothin' against my kin | |
I headed back to where | |
I started | |
Pawned everything | |
I could pawn | |
I guess I thought they' d be open hearted | |
They never knew | |
I was gone | |
I just kept movin' along | |
I work the day and the nightlife | |
I drill the bars and | |
I drill the ground | |
One for pay and one for the good times | |
One of em still hangin' around | |
I put the other one down | |
It seems so long ago | |
I swore I' d never let it show | |
But I kinda did | |
The years can slip away | |
When you' re tryin' to get away | |
And I finally did |
My mother had a | |
Mexican boyfriend | |
He stole a car once or twice before | |
He got busted at the | |
Best Budget | |
Inn I found my way to the door | |
I couldn' t take any more | |
Lived with my sister and her second husband | |
South of the river and on the grid | |
I went to work with my cousin | |
Just like the rest of us kids | |
I tried to keep it all hid | |
It seems so long ago | |
I swore I' d never let it show | |
But I kinda did | |
The years can slip away | |
When you' re tryin' to get away | |
And I never did | |
I got tired of country livin' | |
And tryin' to make a new batch of friends | |
It' s hard to give when there' s no givin' | |
I stuck my thumb in the wind | |
Nothin' against my kin | |
I headed back to where | |
I started | |
Pawned everything | |
I could pawn | |
I guess I thought they' d be open hearted | |
They never knew | |
I was gone | |
I just kept movin' along | |
I work the day and the nightlife | |
I drill the bars and | |
I drill the ground | |
One for pay and one for the good times | |
One of em still hangin' around | |
I put the other one down | |
It seems so long ago | |
I swore I' d never let it show | |
But I kinda did | |
The years can slip away | |
When you' re tryin' to get away | |
And I finally did |