I was born in Rochester to a book-making man Had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back See them coming and going letting it ride on thorough breads The police chief and Tom Hall wondering what was the spread I carried rich mans bags through brier trying to chase down a little white ball Learned that any soft place wasn’t good for me at all Daddy’d come home fired up looking for some sort of release He’d beat the hell of Timmy and Timmy’d beat the hell out of me I would hop the fence out to those government fields Run till there was nothing left to feel Lying there, watching, just disappear Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here The same police chief came knocking my first freshman day Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page Took every one of his suits and all my dignity I’d walk the halls of Irondequoit looking for any punk to set me free I would hop the fence out to those government fields Run till there was nothing left to feel Lying there, watching, just disappear Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here Got that call to Vietnam, just like everyone else I knew So scared of the hand grenades, threw them farther than any other troop Came home like an iron fist, and Timmy tried to take my keys Ripped open his from pocket, that was the last time he touched me Moved to an island out west and up to Breckenridge Met a mermaid on a glass boat, and she promised me some kids Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls Had a son named Benjamin, and I was so scared of it all
Well, Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash Looked into his deep blue eyes wondering why I’d been so mad Flushed a quarter pound down the drain, praying for the mercy to confess Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest We’re gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields Run like there was no more time to steal My three boys and the grace of god revealed Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here
[00:00.00] [00:24.88]I was born in Rochester to a book-making man [00:32.12]Had a fake cigar shop with the games on in the back [00:38.85]See them coming and going letting it ride on thorough breads [00:46.29]The police chief and Tom Hall wondering what was the spread [00:55.65]I carried rich mans bags through brier trying to chase down a little white ball [01:03.24]Learned that any soft place wasn’t good for me at all [01:10.38]Daddy’d come home fired up looking for some sort of release [01:17.25]He’d beat the hell of Timmy and Timmy’d beat the hell out of me [01:24.52]I would hop the fence out to those government fields [01:32.49]Run till there was nothing left to feel [01:39.93]Lying there, watching, just disappear [01:45.95]Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here [01:54.40]The same police chief came knocking my first freshman day [02:02.40]Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page [02:09.61]Took every one of his suits and all my dignity [02:17.17]I’d walk the halls of Irondequoit looking for any punk to set me free [02:25.20]I would hop the fence out to those government fields [02:33.26]Run till there was nothing left to feel [02:40.17]Lying there, watching, just disappear [02:46.94]Knowing one day I’m gonna fly on out of here [02:53.94]Got that call to Vietnam, just like everyone else I knew [03:02.60]So scared of the hand grenades, threw them farther than any other troop [03:09.88]Came home like an iron fist, and Timmy tried to take my keys [03:17.21]Ripped open his from pocket, that was the last time he touched me [03:24.67]Moved to an island out west and up to Breckenridge [03:33.35]Met a mermaid on a glass boat, and she promised me some kids [03:40.73]Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls [03:47.77]Had a son named Benjamin, and I was so scared of it all [03:55.90] [04:25.43]Well, Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash [04:32.59]Looked into his deep blue eyes wondering why I’d been so mad [04:39.93]Flushed a quarter pound down the drain, praying for the mercy to confess [04:47.50]Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest [04:56.34]We’re gonna walk right out into those heavenly fields [05:03.66]Run like there was no more time to steal [05:10.50]My three boys and the grace of god revealed [05:17.68]Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here [05:25.58]Knowing one day you’re gonna take me out of here [05:33.07]
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