Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Rogers
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hunter Flynn
Songwriter
Lyrics
Well my
Sister tells me
She misses that boy
She grew up with
Being so goofy
But I
Am not a happy man
It must've died with my youth
Or slipped right out of my hands
And I
Dread facing tomorrow
'Cause I've drank too much
And the money I've got
It is borrowed
No I ain't got two nickels
To rub together
And I'm so sick and tired
Of all this damn cold weather
And I
Well I'm praying for sunshine
Can't take no more rain
And I've run out of people
To place all this blame
And I
Don't know why
God made me this way
With a heart so fragile
And a Fucked Up Brain
And I
Will lie to your face
If you ask how I'm doing
I'll tell you I'm just running the race
Yeah, I'll tell you I'm winning
When I know I'm losing
My mind
And I've busted my knuckles
I've screamed at strangers
Trying to figure out ways
To deal with my anger
This time
And I
Don't know why
God made me this way
With a heart so fragile
And a Fucked Up Brain
And it'll break my Momma's heart
When she hears this song
But I promise you Momma
You didn't do nothing wrong
There's just something inside me
That I cannot fix
But I'm trying my damnedest
And I promise you this
Well I'm begging for sunshine
Can't take no more pain
And up on my shoulders
Is the weight of this shame
And I
Don't know why
God made me this way
With a heart so fragile
And a Fucked Up Brain
With a heart so fragile
And a Fucked Up Brain
Written by: Hunter Flynn