My Story

My father didn’t work on the railroad, and my father didn’t farm the land

My father didn’t work on the river, no, numbers were his plan

And I was raised on a middle class income that grew better by the day

But some families have another thing coming and ours fell apart along the way, the way

You say you come from nothing

I know I come from something hard to define

You tell me I am nothing

I’ll tell you I am something of a ghost inside

Those of us who arm ourselves with a six string, we tell our histories in song

Well I grew up on the edge of a church pew being taught that I was wrong

Still I opened that hymnal every Sunday, still I followed along singing

This is my story, this is my song

This is my story, this is my song

You say you come from nothing

I know I come from something hard to define

You tell me I am nothing

I’ll tell you I am something of a ghost inside

There ain’t nothing new under the sun

I learned that from the old testament

So bury me under the willow if you want

I’d rather be among the pines

Sharing stories over whiskey and wine while you

Speak your truth and live your lie

You say you come from nothing

I know I come from something hard to define

You tell me I am nothing

I’ll tell you I am something of a ghost inside

This is my story, this is my song

This is my story, this is my song