Born to the Breed

Born to the Breed - Judy Collins

Written by：Judy Collins

I was only nineteen

The morning you were born

With your hair fine and red

And your eyes like my own

Barely a woman

With only a song

I sang to keep you smile

And held you all night long

Home through the streets

With you in my arms

Cold winter mornings

In a Colorado town

You've seen it's stumble

I'll watched you fall

You know I've got nothing

You know we've got it all

Rain coming down and the trucks roll by

Does that old parka keep you dry

Sixteen years old out on the road

Trying to get to the sky

Back in September

You called me on the phone

Ma you know I love you

But I gotta be own my own

Comes a time in a boy's life

When he's got to be a man

Please don't try to find me

Please try to understand

Now he's playing guitar

In a rock and roll band

I gonna try to see if I can get by

Sixteen years old out on the red

Trying to get to the sky

I've watched you growing

Through all these years

You've seen me stumble

I've dry your tears

Sometimes there was roses

Sometimes there was thorns

But I know you're gonna make it

As sure as you were born

And I hope from what you wanted

You get what you need

I know you're gonna make it

You were born to the breed

Sixteen years old out on the red

Trying to get to the sky