Born to the Breed

I was only nineteen
The morning you were born
With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own
Barely a woman with only a song
I sang to make you smile
And held you all night long
Home through the streets with you in my arms
Cold winter mornings in a Colorado town
I've seen you stumble, You've watched me fall
You know I've got nothing, you know we've got it all
Trucks roll by and the rain coming down
Does that old parka keep you dry?
Sixteen years old out on the road
Trying to get to the sky
Back in September
You called me on the phone
"Ma, you know I love you but I gotta be own my own
Comes a time in a boy's life when he's got to be a man
Please don't try to find me, please try to understand"
Now he's piaying guitar in a rock and roll band
Looking like a baby
Talking like a man
The life of a guitar man is a hard life to live
What can I tell you
You were born to the breed
Rain comes down,the trucks rolling by
Does that old poncho gonna keep you dry?
Sixteen years old, January child
Trying to get to the sky
I've watched you growing through all these years
You've seen me stumble
I've watched your tears
Sometimes there was roses
Sometimes there was thorns
But I know you're gonna make it
As sure as you were born
And I hope from what you wanted
You get what you need
I know you're gonna make it
You were born to the breed
Sixteen years old, January child
Trying to get to the sky