The Kid

I was the kid who didn't talk too much
Left of center mid-child
I love painting up dreams in my head
Full of colors from the radio dial
Never did have a doubt
I knew that I'd be doing
What I'm doing now

Pick six silver strings
Found a voice
Found wings
Found Jesus in this almost town

I'll always be the kid
That never could fit in
Black sheep in the promised land
And I'll always be the son a gun
Outrunning the shadow of his old man

Yeah, this world will write ya off
If you don't fit in a box
And call you lost
For going against the grain
The older I get
The clearer it is
I'll always be the kid
Trying to find his way

I'll always be the kid
With a pinch of Skoal in his lip
Eyes hiding under the bill of his hat
And I'll always be the kid
That no one knows what to do with
Who's a little too this
Or a little too that

I'll always be the kid
That never could fit in
Black sheep in the promised land
And I'll always be the son a gun
Outrunning the shadow of his old man

Yeah, this world will write ya off
If you don't fit in a box
And call you lost
For going against the grain
The older I get
The clearer it is
I'll always be the kid
Trying to find his way

No way around it
I'm bound to burn out or die young
Ain't got it in me
To give in and give up
Only time will tell
What the hell I become
But I'll always be that middle finger kid that I was

I'll always be the kid
That never could fit in
Black sheep in the promised land
And I'll always be the son a gun
Outrunning the shadow of his old man

Yeah, this world will write ya off
If you don't fit in a box
And call you lost
For going against the grain
The older I get
The clearer it is
I'll always be the kid
Trying to find his way