Torn With Thistles And Thorns
My daddy sowed hills of dirt
With the sweat from his brow
When the sun choked it's fruit
He butchered the family cow
Momma cried out in pain
In the shack brother was born
All our lives were torn
With thistles and thorn
My heart left those hills behind
The day I turned eighteen
So I could spend my misfortune
Chasing broken dreams
When they beat a king high straight
A sharp knife settled the score
All my life was torn
With thistles and thorns
Hid inside a sewer pipe
Fightin' rats for a meal
Slept beneath a pile of trash
To block out winters chill
I would dream of mommas arms
Holdin' me to keep me warm
When my life was torn
With thistles and thorns
Then one night I saw a ghost
Climb the wall above my head
She begged me to go home
Before I woke up dead
Pay my debt with hard work
Til I was bruised, bloody and worn
All my life was torn
With thistles and thorns
I saw daddy's bent down back
As I limped up the road
When I passed mommas grave
I could hear her bones moan
My cries rang through the fields
Filled with daddies golden corn
All his life was torn
With thistles and thorns
He told brother to cook a feast
His lost son found his way home
When I looked up from my plate
Brothers stare turned to stone
I saw leaving in his eyes
From the time he was born
All his life was torn
With thistles and thorns
Thistles and thorns
Thistles and thorns
