Family Tree

my high beams cut the night like a knife into the flame, tempered by the fire, weathered by the rain, and I been beat down and smothered, so much love I can barely stand, while Lula's swayin' her hips from the dash in high demand, but there ain't enough for everybody askin', there's just enough to keep it close to home, (chorus) we all got heavy hearts for the liftin', we take turns to hold each other high and I climbed so tall, slept on every branch and I'll never fall from the arms of my family tree (end chorus), Estill County native, I'm a stranger to the fane, pragmatic in delivery but fall short all the same, some might say I've got it all, others might say I'm bound to fall to the depths of hell though all I know is love, when you're living in captivity, overexposed by liberty, you frequently forget we're all the same, (chorus), shoot not your starlings, spear not your thieves, fruit for the plenty, ask and you shall receive, rubber hits the pavement like a broom onto the rug, beating out the dirty, bad memories, s*x, and drugs, I can drive the pain away one mile at a time, the closer that I get to home, my thoughts they come divine, (chorus)