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You lived back behind me
A quarter mile or so
Back that old cornfield road
They say you was a worker
And could dig a trench all day
But the bottle was
Your only friend when paid
When you were gone
We'd explore your house
Broken glass and windows busted out
Magazines and empty cans scattered all around
Looked like a house of pain
And dust coming down
Looked like a life of devastation on the ground
Your Daddy was a share-cropper
Down on the Eastern shore
You crossed o'er the bay looking for more
A farmhand in the summer could only go so far
Years of want raged inside you, like a war
Sometimes you'd come up to our house
Look right in see our family gathered 'round
Bloodshot eyes, from bourbon dreams
Starring through the pane
Generations of desperation coming down
As a kid I wanted to hide run away
My daddy tried to help ya
Put you to work and gave you pay
But the tide of broken dreams never went away
Laying on the side of the road
Sleeping off that midnight high
They'd cart you on home
Back that old cornfield road
Up those stairs through a door full of locks
They'd lay you there on a broken down couch
Empty walls shattered picture frames
Scattered all around
A wife and a daughter now gone
Felt like a house of pain and sadness coming down
I remember flashin' lights that day
Your broken body they took away
If I could go back there in time
I'd try to understand
What's it like to walk a mile in your shoes
Listen in have a talk with you
Back that old cornfield road