Elsie's Baby Boy (flashback)
I'm never gonna get out of town, am I Gordie?
You can do anything you want, man
Yeah, sure, I'll see ya
Not if I see you first
He had one older sister
Two older brothers
And a single-parent mother
Who worked her ass off to the best she could
There was nothing they could tell him
That the boy, no he wasn't worthless
Even though he was in the same home
He had felt alone, his past trouble passed on
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
By the time he was 11
His father had left him
White church sitting in the front row
White casket closed, he won't see him no more
He tried to disguise himself
Made sure that no-one could tell
That in his soul there's a wide-open hole
Something scarred him so, he can't let him go
He won't
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
He was bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
You can do anything you want, man
Yeah, sure, I'll see ya
Not if I see you first
He had one older sister
Two older brothers
And a single-parent mother
Who worked her ass off to the best she could
There was nothing they could tell him
That the boy, no he wasn't worthless
Even though he was in the same home
He had felt alone, his past trouble passed on
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
By the time he was 11
His father had left him
White church sitting in the front row
White casket closed, he won't see him no more
He tried to disguise himself
Made sure that no-one could tell
That in his soul there's a wide-open hole
Something scarred him so, he can't let him go
He won't
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
He was bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Scott Mescudi, Everett Romano, Oladipo Omishore, Evan Mast
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