When the sun goes down on my side of town
The lights go out and we hit the sack
When the sun comes up and fills Grandma's cup
And we all hit the porch to chirp some news
I was born on the wrong side of the river
But raised on the right side of the road
On one end lies the lights and the glitter
On the other end, brim fire and smoke
Over time, I'd see how that world came to be
How the anger set in
Grandpa taught me to strum
And I'd play 'til my hands were numb
Writing stories, songs for him
I was born on the wrong side of the river
But raised on the right side of the road
On one end lies the lights and the glitter
On the other end, brim fire and smoke
I was born on the wrong side of the river
But raised on the right side of the road
On one end lies the lights and the glitter
On the other end, brim fire and smoke
Brim fire and smoke
Smoke
