| I was only nineteen the morning you were born
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| With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own
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| Barely a woman with only a song
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| I sang to keep you smilin' and held you all night long
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| Home through the streets with you in my arms
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| Cold winter mornings in a Colorado town
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| You’ve seen me stumble, I’ve watched you fall
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| I know that I’ve got nothing, you know we’ve got it all
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| Rain comes down and the trucks rollin' by
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| Does that old parka keep you dry?
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| Sixteen years old, out on the road
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| Tryin' to get to the sky
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| Back in September you called me on the phone
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| «Ma, you know I love you but I gotta be own my own
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| Comes a time in a boy’s life when he’s got to be a man
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| Please don’t try to find me, please try to understand»
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| I got me a job in a rock and roll band
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| I’m gonna try to see if I can get by
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| Sixteen years old, out on the road
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| Trying to get to the sky
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| I’ve watched you grow through all these years
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| You’ve seen me stumble and I’ve dried your tears
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| Sometimes there were roses, sometimes it was thorns
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| I know you’re gonna make it as sure as you were born
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| And I hope from what you wanted you get what you need
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| I know you’re gonna make it, you were born to the breed
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| Sixteen years old, out on the road
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| Trying to get to the sky |