Cotton and the Cane

I come from Arkansas roses Hard times, broken noses Backbeats, backseats, lucky charms, false alarms End up all night, voices in the other room Memos, prayers, and honeysuckle White lightning, hurricanes Cracked hands, thank-you-mans, driving rain, mud on the train And breakdowns And the poetry of the poor My father was a sharecropper's son Handed hope and hymns to ease the pain The sacred songs my family sang They're all that remain Hmm-mm I come from Nissan dealers, backstabbers, dirty dealers Heroin, I'm locked out again, the side of the road Tears of dust and goodbyes Said I love you on the phone Kind hearts and compromises Slamming doors, cheap disguises Cigarettes, ashtray fires, chin to the chest, we're doing our best Hanging breakdowns Yeah, and always wanting more Father was a sharecropper's son Handed hope and hymns to ease the pain The sacred songs my family sang They're all that remain, hmm-mm