You cut your teeth in a cotton field
Your soul was made of steel and so was your spine
A ne'er-do-well who never got his turn
You watched your dreams all burn before your eyes

So I leapt right in
I'd never wish that punishment
On the worst of them
You know I grew up with a wicked tongue
And a poor boy's luck
I don't miss it much

Me and you were born a week apart
You knew it in your heart, what I'd be
They told me I came from tough stock
But I'm still stuck in the dark, trying to set my spirit free