Growing up as a young boy. Sometimes can be rough. At six years old I was thinkin'. Seven would be just enough. But I was wrong. Ooo I was wrong yea. Ten years old and I'm growin'.
Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed. I got this feeling like a train's running through my head. Turned on my radio to the same old song. Some big mouth talking trying to tell us where the world went wrong.
Me and Billy boy and old lady Jane. We hitched a ride, took a fast movin' train. Got to the top with our heads spinnin' round. You never know just what you got until you're comin' back.
You¹re wearin out. your welcome wagon. Scraped ya up to drag ya. Home on the range you got the flame. So now you suck some honeys. Comb your hair get out of bed.
I walked alone my heart a little colder. Trying to make it on my way. I took a ride wasn't getting any older. Seventeen was here to stay. They caught us living a dream.