Lyrics

Everyone considered him the coward of the county He'd never stood one single time To prove the county wrong His mama named him Tommy But folks just called him "Yellow" Something always told me They were reading Tommy wrong He was only ten years old When his daddy died in prison I looked after Tommy 'Cause he was my brother's son I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy "Son my life is over, but yours has just begun" "Promise me, son Not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can It won't mean you're weak If you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" There's someone for everyone And Tommy's love was Becky In her arms, he didn't have to prove he was a man One day while he was working The Gatlin boys came calling They took turns at Becky And there was three of them Tommy opened up the door And saw his Becky crying The torn dress, the shattered look Was more than he could stand He reached above the fireplace And took down his daddy's picture As his tears fell on his daddy's face He heard these words again "Promise me, son Not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can Now, it won't mean you're weak If you turn the other cheek I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" The Gatlin boys just laughed at him When he walked into the barroom One of them got up And met him half way 'cross the floor When Tommy turned around they said "Hey look! Old Yeller's leaving" But you could've heard a pin drop When Tommy stopped and locked the door Twenty years of crawling Was bottled up inside him He wasn't holding nothing back He let 'em have it all When Tommy left the barroom Not a Gatlin boy was standing He said, "This one's for Becky As he watched the last one fall And I heard him say "I promised you, Dad Not to do the things you've done I walk away from trouble when I can Now please don't think I'm weak I didn't turn the other cheek And papa, I sure hope you understand Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man" Everyone considered him the coward of the county
Writer(s): Roger Dale Bowling, Billy Ed Wheeler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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