From the album Torn

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Lyrics

I was raised on the plains of Missoura
Scrapin’ up change from the road
Never was in much of a hurra
To move out and move up and move on

Go to church on Sunday mornin’
Fish Fry on Friday night
St. Louis was remotely allurin’
And somethin’ didn’t feel quite right

There’s only so much you can take
Before you’re gonna explode

When I was eight years old
Daddy bought me my first guitar
Slept all night with the radio on
Knew that one day I’d go far

You see I’m a
Child of the Blues
Ain’t no stoppin’ me now
I’m a Child of the Blues
Let me show you how

By the time I could pass for 18
I was singin’ in all the clubs
It wasn’t about the drinkin’ ya see
It was the music that’s the rub
There’s only so much teenage drama you can take
Before you’re gonna explode

You see I’m a
Child of the Blues
Ain’t no stoppin’ me now
I’m a Child of the Blues
Let me show you how

Workin’ day and night for a livin’
Tryin’ to be the good little wife
But honey I come to the conclusion
I got to get on with my life

You see I’m a
Child of the Blues
Ain’t no stoppin’ me now
I’m a Child of the Blues
Let me show you how