Rochester Lyrics - Young Love - Mat Kearney

I was born in Rochester 

To a book making man 

Had a fake cigar shop 

With the games on in the back 

See them coming and going 

Letting it ride on thoroughbreds 

The police chief and Tom Hall 

Wondering what was the spread 

Carried rich mans bag through brier 

Trying to chase down a little white ball 

I learned that any soft place 

Wasn't good for me at all 

Daddy'd come home fired up 

Looking for some sort of release 

He'd beat the hell out of Timmy 

And Timmy'd beat the hell out of me 

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I would hop the fence out to those government fields 

Run till there was nothing more to feel 

Lying there watching planes just disappear 

Knowing one day I'm gonna fly on out of here 

Well, that same police chief came knocking 

My first freshman day 

Put my daddy in handcuffs 

Sayin' his picture on the front page 

Took everyone of his suits 

And all my dignity 

Walk the halls of a London court 

Waiting for any punk to set me free 

I would hop the fence out to those government fields 

Run till there was nothing more to feel 

Lying there watching planes just disappear 

Knowing one day I'm gonna fly on out of here 

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Well, I got the call to Vietnam 

Just like everyone else I knew 

So scared of the hand grenades 

Threw them farther then any other troop 

Came home like an iron fist 

And Timmy tried to take my keys 

Ripped open his front pocket 

That was the last time he touched me 

Moved to an island out west 

Up to Breckenridge 

Met a mermaid on a glass boat 

And she promised me some kids 

Bought a house in Oregon 

Where you could touch both of the walls 

Had a son named Benjamin 

And I was so scared of it all 

Benjamin walked in the front room 

Where I was cutting up my hash 

Looked into those deep blue eyes 

Wondering why I'd been so mad 

Flushed a quarter pound down the drain 

Praying for the mercy to confess 

Trying to rip the boy from Rochester 

Right out of my chest 

We're gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields 

Run like there was no more time to steal 

My three boys and the grace of God revealed 

Knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here 

Knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here