You were twenty-one years old on the day that I was born A child in a child's arms in a snowstorm Your father left you like his failed church So you married young to a man who said he'd hold you in You thought God was on his shoulders God was on his shoulders God was on his shoulders And he would do right It took a month to find out he was mean But he said that he would kill you if you ever tried to leave So you had five children And stayed for sixteen years And we learned to hide ourselves When he was in the house