Pocket Knife

Lyrics

13 I was already leaning on a bottle Daddy beat us with a belt Preacher beat us with a Bible Down in South Alabama Dog River cattails I was scared of my brother When he got out of jail Bought a Chevy Drove Laney Beville to the levee We were getting out of Dodge ready Class of '98 ain't called y'all In a minute but hey Mama I still keep my Mobile life In my pocket like a pocket knife I take it out every once in a smile Whittle on a mеmory for a little while Thank God the shit that wеnt wrong Taught me how to write country songs Ain't it funny how childhood trauma Cuts you deep and sharpens you Don't it Mama Said I'ma throw a little Tupac on the mic I ain't mad at you Mama 'cause It ain't like I was one of those Honor roll bumper sticker kids I know you tried like Merle's mama did But I was too proud Turning my twelves up too loud I was just a baby got a few now Wish I could call Dad I just called to say don't be sad (Repeat chorus) Too long way too long Since I took that drive to the 251 Too long way too long Down 65 'Bama here I come Too long way too long Since I took that drive to the 251 Too long way too long Down 65 'Bama here I come (Repeat chorus) Cuts you deep and sharpens you Don't it Mama Cuts you deep and sharpens you Don't it Mama