Ain't a dollar to be made when you're 21
Ya fire without aim until ya hit one
Her daddy couldn't make it a day
Let alone long enough to give you a name
And the ties that bind kept her close
Momma moved west with you in tow
Not a word of his name until 15 came
Some folks are better as a ghost
She was hankerin' to know where she came from
Holler on the bayou Louisiana sun
Got keys to the town runnin' product out the house
Wondering why she's standing at his door
Thanks to you i'll be a flickering light finding myself in strangers' eyes
Thanks to you i'll always be running from something
And i was waiting on a train
That ain't ever comin' 'round
She settled in the trailer next door
Through the window her brother shook his lady to the floor
Can't call the cops when they're buying daddy's crops
Got her feeling just like before
She had the stones to go and bend his ear
He said this is how we do things 'round here
Pressed the 45 dead up to the side of her head
Reckon it was time to go
Thanks to you I'll be a flickering light raising myself and fighting the tides
Thanks to you I'll always be running from something
And i was waiting on a train
That ain't ever comin' 'round
Change in his pocket gonna' grease your affection
The wind is at your back only to change direction
Thanks to you I'll be holding my own seeds I've sewn are right on time
Thanks to you I'll always be running towards something
I was waiting on a train that's finally comin' 'round