My daddy was a boy
All dressed up in grown up clothes
And the bottle my daddy clung to
Would not let my daddy go
At seventeen, he had a baby
He couldn't watch that baby grow
And the baby grew up just like him
A little boy in grown up clothes
And the wind blows hard
And the rain comes down
You don't get far alone
And you hide your scars
And you hate this town
Ain't no such thing as home
I suppose, heaven knows
I'm just a boy in grown up clothes
Now that I'm older, not too much wiser
I think I know how my daddy felt
I'm good at runnin', needin' forgivness
And livin' with the cards I'm dealt
My daddy died when I was younger
I led a stranger inside a hole
He never saw it, but I cried a little
Just like a boy in grown up clothes
And the wind blows hard
And the rain comes down
You don't get far alone
And you hide your scars
And you hate this town
Ain't no such thing as home
I suppose, heaven knows
I'm just a boy in grown up clothes
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