My Mother’s Son

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Johnathan Rice - Rock, Indie Rock

My Mother’s Son

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[Verse 1] All the Protestant girls They're all swinging their hips Fresh coat of red on their lips In a solar eclipse I sat on the steps Church bells rang in my ears The big blue sky was so clear When the sun disappeared [Chorus] White horses on the highway ride Under this strange and darker sky A wind will come and scatter seeds And it will bury all of these Well, the children sing across the plains Their voices rise and quickly fade [Verse 2] On a passenger train Slightly out of my mind All the women, so kind Sending chills down my spine I fell into sleep And in that sleep, I did dream That I was torn at the seams I don't know what it means [Chorus] Well, inside of mama, baby kicks Well, this house is made of stone and sticks And all these things can break my bones But everyone must run alone So, I run all night with bursting lungs I will always be my mother's son Yeah, I will always be my mother's son Yeah, and I ain't no different from anyone [Verse 3] Traffic and stadium lights That's the view from the sky Where that old black bird flies How I wish I could fly What will we become When we sleep in the dirt Who will rise up first One can never be sure

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  • Johnathan Rice