Dreamers

A bucket of bait coast 50 cents my momma gimme dat forget the rent
Happiness can be borrowed not just bought
She had a shit job cleaning floors for cheap
Just to remind us we were free she wore makeup
Just to sling a mop

Oh oh oh we didn’t know
We were poor as hell just waiting out the clock
Oh oh oh can’t let go
we talked the talked life showed us how to walk

We were the dreamers
The ones you couldn’t kill
Do everything we could right but still full up with guilt
We were the losers
The ones you could outrun
Do anything we want, spent our whole lives chasing the sun

We were the dreamers

We stood in a line to get tickets to eat
We didn’t know we had a need we lived high on the hog
in that brilliant southern fog
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Hand me downs and heaven bent
Trying to figure how to make some cents
We had nothing at all
Fighting just to stand up tall