Step Dad
The day grows long
As a subtle beat pounds,
A bead of my sweat falls to the ground.
The crops need picked,
The crops need plowed,
A bead of my sweat falls to the ground
The river looks cool as a gentle breeze blows,
Slowly I sneak away from these rows,
My step dad yells,
I trip over my feet,
Here he comes,
I am gonna get beat.
As a subtle beat pounds,
A bead of my sweat falls to the ground.
The crops need picked,
The crops need plowed,
A bead of my sweat falls to the ground
The river looks cool as a gentle breeze blows,
Slowly I sneak away from these rows,
My step dad yells,
I trip over my feet,
Here he comes,
I am gonna get beat.
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