Broken

He was a bastard even though he knew his daddy

Even had his daddy's angry eyes

Brown as the whiskey that ran through both their veins

I turned eighteen the day I took his name

I was a young girl raised up bein' lonely

He was the first boy to look my way

My ticket out might've took me straight to Hell

But I'd take some of that blame and I shoulder it myself

Because I saw in him what he saw in me

A broken limb from a crooked family tree

When you got that kind of history it's hard to break free

When broken's all you know it's all that you know how to be

When life is unkind to mothers and fathers

Their sons and daughters often grow up just as hard

We had a baby, and oh, I loved him dearly

So I saw clearly the choice that must be made

I hope that family holds him like I couldn't

It was the only way I knew to get him raised

So I wouldn't have to see in him what I see in me

A broken limb from a crooked family tree

When you got that kind of history it's hard to break free

When broken's all you know it's all that you know how to be

When broken's all you know it's all that you know how to be