My daddy was a boy All dressed up in grown up clothes And the bottle my daddy clung to Would not let my daddy go At seventeen, he had a baby He couldn't watch that baby grow And the baby grew up just like him A little boy in grown up clothes And the wind blows hard And the rain comes down You don't get far alone And you hide your scars And you hate this town Ain't no such thing as home I suppose, heaven knows I'm just a boy in grown up clothes Now that I'm older, not too much wiser I think I know how my daddy felt I'm good at runnin', needin' forgivness And livin' with the cards I'm dealt My daddy died when I was younger I led a stranger inside a hole He never saw it, but I cried a little Just like a boy in grown up clothes And the wind blows hard And the rain comes down You don't get far alone And you hide your scars And you hate this town Ain't no such thing as home I suppose, heaven knows I'm just a boy in grown up clothes