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Michael
came into this world, the only man of the house
Always been just his momma and him, to face what this world dishes
out
They got a beat up chevy and mobile home, live at lot 308
At the Paradise trailer park, next to the Interstate
CHORUS:
And they fall asleep to the same sound every night
Tires hum across the asphalt, diesel engines whine
Give thanks for what they have, and they pray for a better life
Then they drift off to sleep to that roadside lullaby.
Michael, he’s in the tenth grade, mature for his age
Works twice a week at the tasty freeze, tries really hard to get
good grades
When he grows up, he’s gonna drive a big truck, travel the
USA
Buy his mom a home she can call her own, make sure all the bills
are paid
CHORUS:
And he’ll fall asleep to the same sound every night
Tires hum across the asphalt, diesel engines wine
Give thanks for what he has, say a prayer for his momma each night
Then he’ll drift off to sleep to that roadside lullaby.
BRIDGE:
The daddy that he never new taught him a thing or two
Cause even a bad example is a lesson what not to do
Repeat First Chorus
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Roadside lullaby - It’s the same sound each night, big rigs
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