I know they say you can't go home again. I just had to come back one last time. Ma'am, I know you don't know me from Adam. But these hand prints on the front steps are mine.
Winter snow is falling down, children laughing all around.. Lights are turnin' on, like a fairy tale come true.. Sitting by the fire we made, you're the answer when I prayed.
Fat cats just getting fatter. Linin' their pockets, what does is matter?. All I want is an honest wage. A piece of ground where my kids are safe. . Eighty bucks to fill my truck.