| 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 |