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I was only nineteen the morning you were born |
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With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own |
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Barely a woman with only a song |
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I sang to keep you smilin' and held you all night long |
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Home through the streets with you in my arms |
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Cold winter mornings in a Colorado town |
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You've seen me stumble, I've watched you fall |
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I know that I've got nothing, you know we've got it all |
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Rain comes down and the trucks rollin' by |
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Does that old parka keep you dry? |
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Sixteen years old, out on the road |
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Tryin' to get to the sky |
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Back in September you called me on the phone |
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"Ma, you know I love you but I gotta be own my own |
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Comes a time in a boy's life when he's got to be a man |
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Please don't try to find me, please try to understand" |
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I got me a job in a rock and roll band |
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I'm gonna try to see if I can get by |
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Sixteen years old, out on the road |
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Trying to get to the sky |
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I've watched you grow through all these years |
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You've seen me stumble and I've dried your tears |
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Sometimes there were roses, sometimes it was thorns |
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I know you're gonna make it as sure as you were born |
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And I hope from what you wanted you get what you need |
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I know you're gonna make it, you were born to the breed |
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Sixteen years old, out on the road |
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Trying to get to the sky |
