Well, I was just a kid
When it fell apart
A bullet left the gun
For a beating heart
And me and brother saw
Him hit the ground
Without a sound
And mama took us all
To the other side
And I started runnin’ bone
That I couldn’t hide
When the cop he came around
For another one
I was gone
But if I start to think about my life
It’s only 'cause it’s more than black and white
And if I fall down
Would you help me back up
Can I borrow your truck?
Well, I moved back home in ‘79
And I got myself a job in the grocer line
And I tried to see the girl
She’s a mother now
I should have known
But if I start to think about my life
It’s only 'cause it’s more than black and white
And if I fall down
Would you help me back up
Can I borrow your truck?
And now I live alone
At the edge of town
And I fix up the house
When she goes down
And the pastor comes along
He’s a friend of mine
I got time
But if I start to dream about my life
It’s only 'cause it’s more than black and white
And if I start to laugh again today
It’s only 'cause I cry my tears away
And if I fall down
Would you help me back up
Can I borrow that truck?
Can I borrow that truck?
Can I use your truck?
Can I borrow that truck?
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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Comments (1)
This is more than a song or lyrics to me. It's sad and heartbreaking all at once. I think about the anguish of losing a parent and ending up in jail. The stress of starting from scratch with nothing and borrowing a truck seemed to be very necessary. When you describe your life as predominantly black and white, It is deep. If this is the true song, please release it. It's quite powerful. Your poem is excellent!!