Born to the Breed

I was only nineteen

The morning you were born

With your hair fine and red

And your eyes like my ownBarely a woman

With only a song

I sang to make you smile

And held you all night longHome through the streets

With you in my arms

Cold winter mornings

In a Colorado townI've seen you stumble

You've watched me fall

You know I've got nothing

You know we've got it allTrucks roll by and the rain coming down

Does that old parka keep you dry?

Sixteen years old out on the road

Trying to get to the skyBack in September

You called me on the phone

"Ma, you know I love you

But I gotta be own my own""Comes a time in a boy's life

When he's got to be a man

Please don't try to find me

Please try to understand"Now he's playing guitar

In a rock and roll band

Looking like a baby

Talking like a manThe life of a guitar man

Is a hard life to live

What can I tell you

You were born to the breedRain comes down, the trucks rolling by

I that old poncho gonna keep you dry?

Sixteen years old, January child

Trying to get to the skyI've watched you growing

Through all these years

You've seen me stumble

I've watched your tearsSometimes there was roses

Sometimes there was thorns

But I know you're gonna make it

As sure as you were bornAnd I hope from what you wanted

You get what you need

I know you're gonna make it

You were born to the breed

Sixteen years old, January child

Trying to get to the sky