The day my father died
He only had twenty dollars in the bank.
He left us a rusty old Ford
With a hole in the gas tank
Mama had hopes for our future
But her hope chest sank
Like a stone
I was thirteen
And the youngest was three.
Mama had six hungry young
Mouths to feed
We were caught in the iron grip
Of hard-assed poverty
Hard as stone.
My family held their heads high
In the years gone past
Now some kids at school
Called my brother white trash.
My brother told them to go f*ck off
But they kicked my brother's ass
All the way home.
Man always thinks
He's the master of his fate.
He never sees the error of his ways
Until it's too late.
They were drinking champagne on the Titanic
The day it hit ice
And sank like a stone.
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