Keep Your Chin Down

Things rarely go as planned
Things rarely go as planned
And when you earn your stripes the hard way
You're now expected to hide them
You've got quite a story you want to tell
But they dress you in Victorian rag curls
And you wanted to be in California but they buried you in West Hill

Things rarely go as planned
Things rarely go as planned

Returned to the modern-age
Returned to societies chains
She never felt as free
As when she lived with the Mohave
She came to the realization
She hates civilization

You can tell
It's Olive Oatman by the marks on her chin
Now that she been branded she'll never fit in
Keep your
Sleeves down, chin down
You're never going back again

Things rarely go as planned
Things rarely go as planned



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Hathaway
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