Lyrics
Pictures of the farm before us
Old men and a gospel chorus
Sepia and saddle horses
Easy on the rein
81, A motor in
Your mama's 17 again
She's squintin' at dusty wind
The anger of the plain
You and I were almost nothin'
Prayed to God the gods were bluffin'
17 Ain't old enough
To reason with the pain
How could we expect the two
To stay in love
When neither knew the meaning of
The difference between sacred and profane?
I was ridin' on my mother's hips
She was shorter than a corn
And all the years I took from her
Just by being born
Didn't mean to break the cycle
At 17 I went by Michael
No one ever called me by
My own name anyway
Five full generations
Living all these expectations
Giving way to one
Late to have a baby on the way
And you were ridin' on your mother's hip
She was shorter than a corn
And all the years you took from her
Just by being born
Old men and a gospel chorus
Sepia and saddle horses
Easy on the rein
81, A motor in
Your mama's 17 again
She's squintin' at dusty wind
The anger of the plain
You and I were almost nothin'
Prayed to God the gods were bluffin'
17 Ain't old enough
To reason with the pain
How could we expect the two
To stay in love
When neither knew the meaning of
The difference between sacred and profane?
I was ridin' on my mother's hips
She was shorter than a corn
And all the years I took from her
Just by being born
Didn't mean to break the cycle
At 17 I went by Michael
No one ever called me by
My own name anyway
Five full generations
Living all these expectations
Giving way to one
Late to have a baby on the way
And you were ridin' on your mother's hip
She was shorter than a corn
And all the years you took from her
Just by being born