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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben de la Cour
Ben de la Cour
Lead Vocals
Ben le da Cour
Ben le da Cour
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben de la Cour
Ben de la Cour
Songwriter
Lynne Hanson
Lynne Hanson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jim White
Jim White
Producer

Lyrics

Screen door's torn the sky is gray
Four dirty little feet two more on the way
Rock bottom baby, that's you and me
Rents past due we got sixty-five dollars
So you head downtown and see Carlotta
Some days I wish were was a tree
 Oh it's a numbers game
 You start out high, you get low down
 There's broken down hearts all over this town
 Oh it's a numbers game
I was homecoming queen back in '96
But I stuck around town when momma got sick
By the time she checked out I was all alone
Growing up poor means growing up quick
And you don't meet a lot of folks on a double shift
Or lined up waiting at the clinic on your methadone
 Don't tell me to hold on
 That its brightest before the dawn
 Like counting drops of falling rain
 It's a numbers game
The sky is black my feet are wrecked
I smoke one last cigarette out on the steps
The kids are sleeping in a bed they've long outgrown
I walk past the kitchen to say goodnight
And I see your empty face in the TV light
I love you baby, more than you could ever know
Written by: Ben de la Cour, Lynne Hanson
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