From the recording Born Drunk
A song about raising kids to be different than yourself and then struggling to come to terms with those differences.
Words and music by Steph Gunnoe
Steph Gunnoe - lead vocals and guitar
Sean McCollough - mandolin and harmony vocals
Jamie Cook - drums
Vince Ilagan - upright bass
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sean McCollough at Little Thing Studios
© Steph Gunnoe 2021
Lyrics
Born drunk on a mountain
Grew up on the downlow
Looking down on the town-o
Looking down on the town below
I don't know who's the pioneer
We go on, he stay's here
No, he don't wanna know
No, we don't wanna hear
No, he never could fit in
But thank him for his children
Oh it takes a lot of steam
Letting all your baby's dream
You-hoo really make no sense
Why you got the confidence
Must be your innocence
Must be you're innocence
No, he never could fit in
But thank him for his children
Oh, it takes a lot of steam
Letting all your baby's dream
Babies they don't wanna talk
About the past, about the cost
About the things they don't know
About the things we've all lost
No, he never could fit in
But thank him for his children
Oh, it takes a lot of steam
Letting all your baby's dream
No, we never could fit in
But ask about our children
Oh, it takes a lot of steam
Letting all your baby's dream
When your confident
They ain't got a lick of sense