I took a job at the fireworks stand
  Out on highway 81
  Prison scars and tattoos on my hands
  No one dares ask me what I done
  I moved back home with my mom and dad
  At the age of thirty three
  Times were hard and my luck had gone south
  Best not laugh it might be you instead of me
  I?ve seen ten long years of anger
  I learned a ting or two since then
  You might think you look right through me
  But you don?t see the shape I'm in
  Born and raised in the bottom land
  She married young just to get away
  She was running from her daddy?s hands
  To another man but nothing changed
  She never knew too much more than this
  It was the lot that life had cast
  Trailer parks and a man?s hard fist
  She got out quick and got nowhere fast
  Well judge me not, lest you e judged
  And save yourself some hurt
  Because I know you?re throwing your stone
  I'm throwing mine
  And we?ll see which one falls first