By the time you were born there were four other
siblings

with your Mama awaiting your Daddy in jail

Your oldest brother was away at a home

and You didn抰 meet him til you was nineteen
years old

Old enough to know better, old enough to know
better

but you took to his jaw line and long sandy hair

How he made you feel like none off the others

and the way he looked at you touched you deep
down in there.

So you jumped on his bike and rode into the
sunset

but the sequel it started with the next morning
sun

and the dew on the bike seat and you all a glow

from the love he put in you and a life on the
run.

Now, the District Attorney said He might of
forgiven

You had lots of reasons to turn out this way

But He抣l throw you in jail for them four little
babies

you made and delivered along the way

Last night you had a dream about a Lord so
forgiving

He might show compassion for a heathen he damned

You awoke in a jail cell, alone and so lonely

Seven years in Michigan