| I was born in Rochester
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| To a bookmaking man
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| Had a fake cigar shop
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| With the games on in the back
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| See them coming and going
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| Let them ride on thoroughbreds
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| Police chief from Town Hall wondering what was the spread
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| I carried rich mens bag through the brow
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| Trying to chase down a little white ball
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| I learned that any soft place wasn’t good for me at all
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| Daddy came home fired up looking for some sort of release
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| He beat the hell out of Timmy, Timmy beat the hell out of me
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| I would hop the fence out to this government field
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| Run 'til there was nothing more to feel
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| Lying there watching planes just disappear
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| Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here
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| Well that same police chief came knockin' my first freshman day
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| Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page
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| Took every one of his suits and all my dignity
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| Walk the halls around the court waiting for any punk to set me free
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| I would hop the fence out to this government field
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| Run 'til there was nothing more to feel
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| Lying there watching planes just disappear
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| Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here
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| Well I got that call to Vietnam just like everyone else I knew
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| So scared of the hand grenades threw them farther than any other troop
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| Came home like an iron fist and Timmy tried to take my keys
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| Ripped open his front pocket that was the last time he touched me Moved to an island out west up to Breckinridge
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| Met a mermaid on a glass boat and she promised me some kids
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| Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls
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| Had a son named Benjamin and I was so scared of it all
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| Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash
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| Looked into those deep blue eyes wondering why I’ve been so mad
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| Flushed a quarter pound down the drain praying for the mercy to confess
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| Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right of my chest
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| We’re gonna walk right out into this heavenly field
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| Run like there was no more time to steal
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| My three boys in the grace of God I feel
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| Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here
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| Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here |