Tied down with a full heart, lived my wild days from an early start
Fell hard at twenty-two, landed softly right by you
I gasp for breath and mountain air, drove across the plains with no cares
Chasing dreams like wildfire, in my kids' eyes I see that desire

They're pulling me from way back when
Tied to the old ways of all my kin
Preaching the word down in the mines
Out in the hayfields beneath the Seneca skies
Strike me down if I cut family ties

Born to a world that's all been found, proud of these songs I sing loud
First comes first, not me or you, under God it's those baby blues
Gone away from time to time but that don't mean I don't tie a line
Pull me back if I fall though, damn silver, damn gold too

They're pulling me from way back when
Tied to the old ways of all my kin
Preaching the word down in the mines
Out in the hayfields beneath the Seneca skies
Strike me down if I cut family ties

They're pulling me from way back when
Tied to the old ways of all my kin
Preaching the word down in the mines
Out in the hayfields beneath the Seneca skies
Strike me down if I cut family ties
Those family ties
Those family ties

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