paroles de chanson ORPHAN - Hardy

My momma, she's the Bible, and my daddy, he's the ink
You put 'em both together, get exactly what you think
A redneck with a rifle in a break-the-circle shirt
Stand up in some red that's either whitetail blood or dirt
Back home, I fit in just fine
But 'round here, it kinda feels like

Somebody left me in a basket on the front steps
Screaming, "Bloody murder at the church door"
Sitting on some songs nobody sung yet
Guitar so damn loud, it's drowning out all the chords that 16th Avenue was built on
Lord, please, forgive me, I'm just tryna find my home
All alone, just me and this middle finger sound
The orphan of this country music town

I tried to be the bullet that was supposed to fit the gun
Chase the fame by playing the game that gets your record spun
It ain't like they went and kicked me outside into the rain
I'd just rather be that rebel kid with just one name, like

Somebody left me in a basket on the front steps
Screaming, "Bloody murder at the church door"
Sitting on some songs nobody sung yet
Guitar so damn loud, it's drowning out all the chords that 16th Avenue was built on
Lord, please, forgive me, I'm just tryna find my home
All alone, just me and this middle finger sound
The orphan of this country music town
Of this country music town, yeah

Somebody left me in a basket on the front steps
Screaming, "Bloody murder at the church door"
Sitting on some songs nobody sung yet
Guitar so damn loud, it's drowning out all the chords that 16th Avenue was built on
Lord, please, forgive me, I'm just tryna find my home
All alone, just me and this middle finger sound
The orphan of this country music town

The orphan of this country music town