Laying low
They tell me how I'm young
But man I'm feeling old
Like I'm a dying breed but I must keep on
Keep on with the rolling thunder and leave my mark
I'll keep on with the wind
White bearing knuckles as bills seem to double
It kills me with trouble when I'm out here...
I keep on for my father
Keep on praying mama
Keep on with me brother
Lord pull me closer
Keep on getting stronger
Life ain't much longer