Children Of Children Lyrics - Something More Than Free - Jason Isbell

Pictures of the farm before us 

Old men in a gospel Sephia and saddle horses 

Easy on the reins 

'81 a motor in your 

Mama's 17 again 

She's squinting at the dusty wind 

The anger of the plains 

You and I were almost nothing 

Pray to God that God was bluffing 

17 ain't old enough to reason with the pain 

How could we expect to stay in love 

When neither knew the meaning of the difference of sacred and profane 

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I was riding on my mother's hip, she was shorter than the corn 

All the years I took from her, just by being born. 

Photos 

Didn't mean to break the cycle 

At 17 I went by Michael 

No one ever called by my own name anyway 

Half full generations 

Living all these expectations 

Giving way to one, late to have a baby on the way 

You were riding on your mother's hip she was shorter than the corn 

All the years you took from her, just by being born.