Born to the Breed

I was only nineteen

The morning you were born

With your hair fine and red

And your eyes like my own

Barely a woman

With only a song

I sang to keep you smilin

And held you all night long

Home through the streets

With you in my arms

Cold winter mornings

In a Colorado town

I've seen you stumble

You've watched me fall

You know I've got nothing

You know we've got it all

Rain comes down and the trucks rollin by

Does that old parka keep you dry?

Sixteen years old, out on the road

Tryin' to get to the sky

Back in September

You call'd me on the phone

"Ma, you know I love you,

But I gotta be own my own

Comes a time in a boy's life

When he's got to be a man,

Please don't try to find me

Please try to understand."

Got me a job in a rock and roll band

Gonna try to see if I can get by

Sixteen years old, out on the road,

Trying to get to the sky.

I've watched you grow

Thru all these years

You've seen me stumble

I've watched your tears

Sometimes there were roses

Sometimes it was thorns

But I know you're gonna make it

As sure as you were born

And I hope from what you wanted

You get what you need

I know your gonna make it

You were born to the breed

Sixteen years old

Out on the road,

Trying to get to the sky