Tied down with a full heart
Lived my wild days from an early start
Fell hard at twenty-two
Landed softly right by you
Gasped for breath in 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 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 through
Damn the 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 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 Seneca skies
Strike me down
If I cut family ties
Those family ties
Those family ties
