Mama Built Me With Whiskey and a Coin

You want to know where I come from? I'll tell you.

Verse 1 Trailer on a road that don't have a sign Mama on a shift that didn't end on time Daddy on a stool counting up his change Telling stories that he made a little strange We ate beans like a Sunday meal We prayed to a God we couldn't feel And nobody ever taught me how to lose 'Cause losing was the only thing we knew

Pre-Chorus You can keep the silver You can keep the spoon I came up dirty Under a workman's moon

Chorus Mama built me with whiskey and a coin Daddy taught me which side of myself to flip I came up out of a hand-me-down ground And I wear it like a damn good fit

Verse 2 Now I drive past the lot where the trailer stood Show my own kids where the rusted swing-set could Tell them why I work the way I do Tell them where the stubborn comes through Don't be ashamed of your dirty roots Some folks are born with polished boots But the ones who walk where the road don't end Got a different kind of stand to defend

Pre-Chorus You can keep the silver You can keep the spoon I came up dirty Under a workman's moon

Chorus Mama built me with whiskey and a coin Daddy taught me which side of myself to flip I came up out of a hand-me-down ground And I wear it like a damn good fit

Bridge She put a quarter in my hand at five Said boy, this is more than it looks She put a bottle on the shelf at nine Said boy, this is less than it took She built me with the things she had She built me from the things she lost And I'm still standing where she stood And I'm proud of every cost Mama built me with whiskey and a coin Daddy taught me which side of myself to flip I came up out of a hand-me-down ground And I wear it like a damn good fit

Outro A damn good fit

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