Lyrics
Well my father was a fighter, he taught me how to kill
His courage and his rifle paid the bills.
My mother was a giver, she taught me how to cry
I was far too young when she died
Now I’m living on my own, but I ain’t got no home
I gotta beg, steal and borrow from those I’ve known
Now I hold this heavy load that my folks have never known
I’m rambling down this old dusty road
Won’t you tell my pa, that I’m giving it my all
But I’m never looking back until I fall