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It says here your from Houston |
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Certified to drive a truck |
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It didn't say what ou've been doing |
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The last five years |
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Then I watched his eyes keep readin |
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Then I watched his eyes look up |
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Mustive known the job I needed, |
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Cause when you get to the line |
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When you've been convicted of a crime |
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He said Thanks for comming in |
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I'll call you back |
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Well, I aint asking for every job |
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Under the sun |
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I just want one, second chance |
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On August 22nd, little Jacobs turning 5 |
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But his momma moved him 1/2 a state away |
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I left another message |
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On the phone late last night |
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She finally had her lawyer call today |
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She knows I can't afford to take this thing to court |
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And I'm trying hard to make her understand |
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Well, I aint askin for every weekend |
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Of every month |
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I just want one, second chance |
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I was young and I was stupid |
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I regret it everyday |
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Aint saying I didn't do it |
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But I paid for my mistakes |
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It's a lost and empty feeling |
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When they dont want you around |
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Yea, I finally got the freedom |
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But what good is it now? |
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There are somedays when it feels like it's been 100 yrs |
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Sometimes it only seems like yesterday |
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We were painting Jacobs nursery |
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Counting the days till he was here |
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Next thing I knew I was throwing it all away |
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Now I know I cant go back |
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To the life I used to have |
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When I stood and held the whole world in my hands |
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I had a job |
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I had a wife |
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I had a son |
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I just want one |
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Second chance |
