Top Songs By Mat Kearney
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mat Kearney
Guitar
Jason Goforth
Lap Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mat Kearney
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mat Kearney
Recording Engineer
Jason Lehning
Recording Engineer
Robert Marvin
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Josh Crosby
Recording Engineer
Matt Mahaffrey
Recording Engineer
Andy Selby
Recording Engineer
Gordon Hammond
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I was born in Rochester
To a bookmaking man
Had a fake cigar shop
With the games on in the back
See them coming and going
Let them ride on thoroughbreds
Police chief from Town Hall wondering what was the spread
I carried rich mens bag through the brow
Trying to chase down a little white ball
I learned that any soft place wasn't good for me at all
Daddy came home fired up looking for some sort of release
He beat the hell out of Timmy, Timmy beat the hell out of me
I would hop the fence out to this government field
Run 'til there was nothing more to feel
Lying there watching planes just disappear
Knowing one day I'm gonna fly on out of here
Well that same police chief came knockin' my first freshman day
Put my daddy in handcuffs and his picture on the front page
Took every one of his suits and all my dignity
Walk the halls around the court waiting for any punk to set me free
I would hop the fence out to this government field
Run 'til there was nothing more to feel
Lying there watching planes just disappear
Knowing one day I'm gonna fly on out of here
Well I got that call to Vietnam just like everyone else I knew
So scared of the hand grenades threw them farther than any other troop
Came home like an iron fist and Timmy tried to take my keys
Ripped open his front pocket that was the last time he touched me
Moved to an island out west up to Breckinridge
Met a mermaid on a glass boat and she promised me some kids
Bought a house in Oregon where you could touch both of the walls
Had a son named Benjamin and I was so scared of it all
Benjamin walked in the front room where I was cutting up my hash
Looked into those deep blue eyes wondering why I've been so mad
Flushed a quarter pound down the drain praying for the mercy to confess
Trying to rip the boy from Rochester right out of my chest
We're gonna walk right out into this heavenly field
Run like there was no more time to steal
My three boys in the grace of God I feel
Knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here
Knowing one day you're gonna take me out of here
Written by: Mat Kearney