| When I rolled out of town on the unpaved road
|
| I was fifty-seven dollars from being broke
|
| Kissed my mama and my sisters and I said goodbye
|
| And with my suitcase packed I wiped the tears from my eyes
|
| Times they were tough growing up at home
|
| My daddy lost the farm when I was two years old
|
| Took a job at the prison working second shift
|
| And that’s the last time I let them take what should be his
|
| Cause all I want to do is make a little cash
|
| Cause I worked all the bad jobs busting my ass
|
| I want to buy back the farm
|
| And bring my mama home some wine
|
| And turn back the clock on the cruel hands of time
|
| When I hit the city I joined the band
|
| Started singing in the bars and running with the men
|
| But the men they brought me problems
|
| And the drinking caused me grief
|
| I thought I’d found a friend but I only found a thief
|
| Soon I settled down with a married man
|
| We had a couple babies, started living off the land
|
| But my firstborn died and I cried out to God
|
| Is there anybody out there looking down on me at all?
|
| Cause all I want to do is make something last
|
| But I can’t see the future, I can’t change the past
|
| I want to buy back the farm
|
| And bring my mama home some wine
|
| Turn back the clock on the cruel hands of time
|
| Still I keep a’running fast as I can
|
| Trying to make something honest with my own two hands
|
| And I ain’t got the breath to say another bad word
|
| So if I ever said it wrong won’t you forget what you heard
|
| Cause all I want to do is make my own path
|
| Cause I know what I am, I know what I have
|
| I want to buy back the farm
|
| And bring my mama home some wine
|
| Turn back the clock on the cruel hands of time
|
| Cruel hands of time
|
| Cruel hands of time
|
| Cruel hands of time |