"Children of Children" as written by and Jason Isbell....
Pictures of the farm before us
Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia
And saddle horses easy on the reins
Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen again
She's squinting at the dusty wind
The anger of the plains

You and I were almost nothing
Pray to God that God was bluffing
seventeen ain't old enough to reason with the pain
How could we expect to stay in love
When neither knew the meaning
Of the difference of sacred and profane

I was riding on my mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years I took from her
Just by being born.

Didn't mean to break the cycle
At seventeen I went by Michael
No one ever called by my own name anyway
Half full generations
Living all these expectations
Giving way to one late to have a baby on the way

You were riding on your mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years you took from her
Just by being born

Lyrics submitted by belledujour, edited by chrisgeleven

"Children of Children" as written by Jason Isbell

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    General CommentFrom an interview:

    "Mine and my wife's [childhood] were on my mind, we had similar early years, because her mom was real young and mine was too. They both did a great job and we're still really close to both of them, but the older that we get, the more we realize that it couldn't have been easy for them at that point."

    bc14on July 27, 2017   Link

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