This town has got a way of sucking you in Chewing you up just to spit you back out again I ain't getting any younger Every day is an uphill battle Staring down the barrel of the choices that I made So I hope you understand That I am a broken man But if you'll take my hand I'll let you fix, just what you can ♪ And just like my mother's brother I got the family problems She still calls me sobbing Lord, begging me to quit And every time I see her She says I've got his eyes And constantly reminds me He was dead by forty-five So I hope you understand That I am a broken man But if you'll take my hand I'll let you fix, just what you can