That's My Story

That's My Story

Raised on the streets of Horse Cave
Kentucky-not much there but we sure felt lucky
Five and dime and juke box junkies we were
Basketball on the TV screen-Adolph Rupp and Martin Luther
King-interrupting Walt Disney and shakin' up the old world

The segregation line was the railroad
track-one side white and one side black
But we all went to one school and played like super heroes
Those high school years were full of
rock, adolescent blues, and one last shot
And I broke their hearts when the clock ran down to zero

And oh Lord,
that's my story-stuck between faith and the pain and glory

Sent me off to the finest school-fell apart quick like a drunken
fool-so I traded in my books for a really cool record collection
White knuckle liberal arts anxiety-so I scored a little dope
from some SAE's-but wound up on the floor praying for a resurrection

And oh Lord,
that's my story-stuck between faith and the pain and glory

Like digging hard dirt with a baby
spoon-I dug, dug, dug till I made it through
With a BA degree and a masters in well intentions
Came back home to settle down but she took off and I fell
down when I heard the train and the sound of its rumbling engine

And here I stand with this old guitar-a long time gone but not too far
From the love and the soul and the heart that I was raised from
And I can still see my Daddy's cigarette-the way he held it with that
whiskey on his breath-listening to Ray
Charles singing on the stereo "That Lucky Ol' Sun"

And oh Lord,
that's my story-stuck between faith and the pain and glory
And oh Lord,
that's my story-stuck between faith and the pain and glory