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't 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'll 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 compa**ion for a heathen he damned
You awoke in a jail cell, alone and so lonely
Seven years in Michigan