| Debt
Son, there are many kinds of debt in life
That a man just cannot bear.
There's the debt of love and honor,
that friends might often share.
But the one I'm tellin' you about,
Can tear your home apart.
Make your loved ones cry at night,
And break your mama's heart
The debt that I owe, goes clear to my soul.
I made this bed and now I'll have to sleep.
If you could learn a damned thing from your old man's crooked life,
It's better to be a poor man than a criminal like me.
I can still remember,
When you were just a kid.
The night the police came a lookin',
And I lay down and hid.
That was the first time,
I ever felt ashamed.
The example I was settin' then
Placed one foot in the grave.
The debt that I owe, goes clear to my soul.
I made this bed and now I'll have to sleep.
But the one thing that I've learned from my soiled and crooked life,
Is the most sacred things aren't always yours to keep.
Every day I try to tell myself, it's not too late to change.
But the thought of you keeps swirlin' in my head.
I'd like to think it was just a dream and now it's time to wake,
But the truth is I brought on this curse, and now my son is dead.
The debt that I owe, goes clear to my soul.
I made this bed and now I'll have to sleep.
But if I learned a damned thing from my sullen, hollow life,
It's that love is most important to your children and your wife.
Son, there are many kinds of debt in life,
That a man just cannot bear.
There's the debt of love and honor,
That friends might often share.
But the one I'm tellin' you about,
Has torn our home apart.
It's changed this damned old fool,
And broke your mama's heart.
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