Rod Picott - Welding Burns lyrics

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My father was a welder at the navy yard

La Palma north atlantic where the winters come down hard

After work he did some drinking and sometimes it was a little rough

Most nights he gets his fill sometimes you can't get enough

Some things you're born to, some things you gotta learn

Broken homes, wrecked cars, scars and welding burns

Little bottle under the seat hard enough to make you cough

Some days you need something to knock the edges off

And I swore I wasn't gonna stay here, I used to dream a lot

Now I can't remember what it was, that I was dreaming of

Some things you're born to, some things you gotta learn

Broken homes, wrecked cars, scars and welding burns

I used to take her down to leasmills palm to seen August sun on her brown skin

Promised I would take her away, she knew better even way back then

Now there a wife, a kid, a dresser drawer,

Filled with pocket tees

Little holes burned in each one where the good shirts used to be

Some things you're born to, some things you gotta learn

Broken homes, wrecked cars, scars and welding burns

Some things you're born to, some things you better learn

Broken dreams, wrecked cars, broken bones and welding burns

Some things you're born to, some things you're born to.

Thanks to Michael for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Matt for correcting these lyrics