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A Crooked Road
By Becca Bessinger 2013

VERSE 1
My father’s cousin, Abraham, left home at sixteen
Left that wooden shack with the front porch sagging and leaning
Left his mama to rock her chair all day with a head full of demons
He learned one thing about life there – it’s silent or it’s screaming

PRE-CHORUS
He cried when he said goodbye but he knew he had to go

CHORUS
Abraham walked away down a crooked road, a crooked road
All he had and all he knows is a heavy load and a crooked road

VERSE 2
Abraham made a family and I grew up with his daughters
As little girls we often saw him spread out on the floor with empty bottles
We never heard the voices that grew louder as he fought em 
His wife was barely spared as the rocking chair hit the wall at full throttle

PRE-CHORUS
He cried when he said goodbye but he knew he had to go

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
When his grandchildren came along he tried to get clean
Swore to be a better man than what his kids had seen
But he missed it all
Painting dreams, throwing ball
For the love of alcohol

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