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Broken Bones, Broken Dreams

I missed the birth of our first child, on the road, runniní wild,
Chasiní gold at every weekend rodeo.
Though my heart was with the ones, back at home, that I loved,
Iíd sold my soul like every cowboy I had known.

Been busted up so many times, and seen the sadness in her eyes,
When I come home to mend, so soon she knows Iíll leave.
Sheís been down this road before, she canít take it anymore.
That Iíd lay down my reins she still canít quite believe.

Broken bones, broken dreams, a broken heart, now I see,
This life for her is one of misery and tears.
Now itís time to saddle down, lay my spurs upon the ground,
Rebuild the bridges I have burned throughout the years.

I told myself thereíd come a day, when I could turn and walk away,
Stubborn pride had left me far too slow to learn.
Old belt buckles on the wall, lookiní back Iíd trade Ďem all,
To light the fire of love Ďtil now that left me burned.

Broken bones, broken dreams, a broken heart, now I see,
Promises just empty words throughout the years.
Now itís time to saddle down, lay my spurs upon the ground,
And put an end to my sweet babyís trail of tears.
And put an end to my sweet babyís trail of tears.

© 2007 Mike Parrish -All Rights Reserved




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