Son Be Strong

When I was a young boy My father sat me down on his knee He said there's two kinds of people And there ain't no in between Either you're stepped on A tool for someone else Or you get your boots on And climb that hill yourself And he said Son be strong Don't let em see when you're wrong Son be strong It don't matter if you ain't right Now time's getting tougher Less and less space on that hill And I had to keep lying So I could pay the bills What a success now In my big new fancy car I can see all my boot-prints On the men who never made it this far. Should I say Son be strong Don't let em see When you're wrong Son be strong You'll be alright Maybe there's more choices to find Maybe I should've let myself cry Broken lives and faces In my childhood places I was the sucker the whole time So I'll say Son be strong Strong enough to be wrong Son be strong You'll be alright Son be strong Strong enough to be wrong Son be strong You'll be alright