Children Of Children Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pictures of the farm before us
Old men in a gospel chorus
Sepia and saddle horses
Easy on the reins
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‘81 a motor and your
Mama's 17 again
She's squinting at the dusty wind
The anger of the plains

You and I were almost nothing
Pray to God that God was bluffing
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

[Chorus]
I was riding on my mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years I took from her
Just by being born

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
You were riding on your mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years you took from her
Just by being born