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Dad told me it wasn't mine to carry,
That the bank was the one to blame.
Said the weather and the prices and the years just made the frame.
But I know how that chain felt in my head and how I froze track to turn it over slow,
And I just let it go night after.
I sat out on the porch with the lights off,
Counting every second I could've stepped out.
And the road?
He came out with two coffees, didn't say a thing,
Just sat down beside me while the crickets tried to sing.
Every word I swallow sits heavy in my chest,
Like the note that came with his name on it,
Now I'm paying the rest.
I should've stood in front of that tractor,
Should've held my ground, dug my boots into the gravel,
That the bank was the one to blame.
Said the weather and the prices and the years just made the frame.
But I know how that chain felt in my head and how I froze track to turn it over slow,
And I just let it go night after.
I sat out on the porch with the lights off,
Counting every second I could've stepped out.
And the road?
He came out with two coffees, didn't say a thing,
Just sat down beside me while the crickets tried to sing.
Every word I swallow sits heavy in my chest,
Like the note that came with his name on it,
Now I'm paying the rest.
I should've stood in front of that tractor,
Should've held my ground, dug my boots into the gravel,