Lyrics Charlie Farley – Made Me This Way
Text:
I got some rough edges
No I ain’t no saint
(No I ain’t no saint)
I’ve done things I know I shouldn’t
(And I took all the blame)
But it’s been a long time
Since I made the same mistakes
(The same mistakes)
I’m living with those lessons learned
Of what made me this way
Just a young lad with a
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vodka
And a half a bottle of pills
I was always popping them up and downers
I was in love with them hills (hills)
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I guess the best I could
Didn’t know right from left yet did good
I was more impressed with being the redneck
With the wild woman in the truck bed (cha-ching)
Having sex and then after sex
My buddy takes her
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next
We acted as if we didn’t have respect
For anyone, that’s big facts
But to get it you gotta give it
I had to live it to spit it
Higher than a New York pidgeon (prrr)
Never checked in, momma asking
«Where you been?» I been with friends
What she didn’t know woulda crushed her soul
‘Cause I was on a two-week binge (sorry momma)
While she was nightly praying
For the Lord to forgive me for my sins
No we live states apart, I stare in the dark
Thinking about back then (yeah)
I got some rough edges
No I ain’t no saint
(No I ain’t no saint)
I’ve done things I know I shouldn’t
And I took all the blame
(And I took all the blame)
But it’s been a long time
Since I made the same mistakes
(The same mistakes)
I’m living with those lessons learned
Of what made me this way
Well I did a little growing up
Started showing up to work on time (time)
But punching that timeclock
Got old quick and I quit (peace)
Then I met a chick and it
Started getting serious (it did)
She came home one day
And said that she was pregnant with my kid (that’s right)
So I did what everyone here did
I bought a ring and started talking marriage
But it wasn’t horses in a carriage (nah)
It was screaming, cussing, and yelling
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Had I known then what I do now
Had I know that kids having kids seldom work out
But I didn’t so I just bounced
Every chance I’d get I was staying lit
Riding in that Tahoe
With a bottle and some so-called «friends»
While my wife was at home crying, no lying
I was dumb as shit
And the sad thing is I’d done this
For a long time before she left
Now I live with the regrets (yeah)
I got some rough edges
No I ain’t no saint
(No I ain’t no saint)
I’ve done things I know I shouldn’t
And I took all the blame
(And I took all the blame)
But it’s been a long time
Since I made the same mistakes
(The same mistakes)
I’m living with those lessons learned
Of what made me this way
