And I sing songs about the past.
How I was raised and I was thrown out on my $$#.
Cause I didn't care about going to school.


And I saw the look in her eyes.
My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I wanted to go,

Just to prove them wrong.

I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen.

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.

And I sing songs about my friends,

The way we grew up and all the loose ends we used to laugh
Cause we didn't give a damn.


And I saw the look in my brother's eyes.
When I told him I was leaving,
He could help but despise me.

He's wanted out his whole life.

I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen.

Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.

And I sing songs about the past.


I plea for relief.
This town won't recede all the things that I want, the things that I need.

And I'll beg and I'll beg.
I'm down on my knees.
Momma, oh momma, let me please leave.


I plea for relief.
This town won't recede all the things that I want, the things that I need.

And I'll beg.

All I ever wanted was love.