Rivet Rodeo
(hey!) Raised on dust and gravel stone Left to rot down to the
bone Old man swore I'd end in jail Preacher said my soul
was pale Sold my saddle for a pint of gin
Locked the gate and locked me in
Call me the forsaken son
Standing in the midday sun
Take your mercy, throw it away
I was born to run and stray
Keep it!
(keep it!)
Yeah, keep it to yourself!
Burned my boots along the tracks Never carried what I lacked Ten-cent
pocket full of rust Chewing on this highway dust Told me family
holds the line
They drew theirs, so I cut mine
Call me the forsaken son
Standing in the midday sun
Take your mercy, throw it away
I was born to run and stray
Keep it!
(keep it!)
Yeah, keep it to yourself! (woo!)
(let it rip!)
Call me the forsaken son
Standing in the midday sun
Take your mercy, throw it away
I was born to run and stray
Keep it!
(keep it!) Yeah, keep it to yourself!
Keep it!
(keep it!) Don't want your promised land!
Keep it!
(keep it!)