Something about the wrinkle in your forehead
Tells me there’s a fit about to get thrown
If we get the van out of the ditch before morning
Ain’t nobody got to know what 
I doneAnd 
I never hear a single word you say
When you tell me not to have my fun
It’s the same old shit that
I ain’t gonna take off anyone
And I don’t need to be forgiven
By them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
And said, “
Paw, we just ain’t no good”
We were heathens in their eyes at the time
I guess I am just a heathen still
And I never have repented from the wrongs that they say
I have done, 
I've done what 
I feelIt was a difficult delivery now it’s growing up mean and strong
When you tell me that it’s getting a little bit tight
Ain’t the first time 
I been outgrown and 
I’m gonna push a little harder
She ain’t revved till the rods are thrown 
I‘ll walk away
And I don’t need to be forsaken by you or anybody elseand 
I never had a shortage of people tryin’ to warn me
About the dangers 
I pose to myself, heathens
These times can take their toll sometimes
And I know you feel the same way too
It gets so hard to keep between the ditches
When roads wind the way they do