Legacy

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I sobered up once for twelve years, ... this is a song I wrote on one of my last drunks.

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dave howard

Curly haired rebel without a pot to piss in!

Dave Howard, Singer/songwriter, World Adventurer, Lover Extraordinair, Damn Good Cook, Preacher, Entertainment Producer, Accused and Convicted Drug Trafficker, come Jeweler, come Sailor, Come local boy Come home! Lots of coming in there, ... but I like that! .... currently into chainmaille and whatever turns my crank.

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Beats • Beats General

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#18,952 today Peak #27

#4,179 in subgenre Peak #1

Author

Dave Howard

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February 21, 2004

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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00 minutes

Story behind the song

Self therapy, ... what else?

Lyrics

My daddy worked the sea like a farmer works the land, 
but his boat was no match for the bottle in his hand,
and my moma she done what a saint wouldn't do,
yeah, daddy drank the money but moma pulled us through.
yeah, daddy drank the money but moma pulled us through.

And I left home when I turned sixteen,
I was too to know but old enough to dream,
and the spirit of my daddy, he followed me around,
I always found a bottle when I was feeling down, 
I always found my bottle when I was feeling down.

I moved back home just to live my legacy,
with a bottle in my hand and a job on the sea,
and my wife she cried the tears of the wise,
she cursed the bottle and the bottle cursed our lives,
she cursed the bottle and the bottle cursed our lives.

Now I work the sea like a farmer works the land,
with my boat and my gear and my bottle in my hand,
and the best I can hope for is to die on the sea,
where the bottle in my hand can keep me company,
yeah, maybe my boy can escape his legacy.

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