Buxton - Oh My Boy lyrics

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Oh, my boy

Why can't you see

What you've done?

No one knows

So gather your things

And I'll load the truck

And we drove, drove, drove past the county line

Let the backroads take us back in time

Stood on a stage

To plea his case

The roads, they wind

Echo in my mind

Stood on a stage

To plea his case

But the boy's not wild

He's only a child

Oh, my boy

Why can't you see

What you've done?

Go, run home

Bury your things

And we'll beat the dawn

And we drove, drove, drove past the county line

Let the backroads take us back in time

Stood on a stage

To plea his case

The roads, they wind

Echo in my mind

Stood on a stage

To plea his case

But the boy's not wild

He's only a child

The gravel kicks beneath the wheels

There ain't no point in standing still

This could be right, this could be real

If no one's waiting past these hills

Then one day

We rode into town

The old city shops

It all closed down

And I saw my reflection

In the window, it was clear

Oh, my boy

Your father is near

Thanks to Savannah Wilkins for correcting these lyrics