The Story (Album Version)
Shawn Colvin"The Story (Album Version)" is a song by Shawn Colvin, released in 1989 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:25 long and contains 38 lines and 326 words.
0:03Well we pounded the pavement between dotted lines
0:07But we always belonged to the fugitive kind
0:11We were never the best but we were better than this
0:15To be made to bow down among princes
0:18I got thrown around hallways and bedrooms and towns
0:22And you run from that voice and it drags you around
0:26It don't matter the ruse or the weapons we choose
0:30There is only one thing that can free us
0:34Oh so here I am lion and the lamb
0:49I was born to be telling this story
0:53I could only be telling this story
0:56I will always be telling this story
1:05Well our father married our mother too young
1:09And he took on a world like a fortunate son
1:13But in the cellar downstairs waiting for the bomb scare
1:17He would hide from us under the kitchen
1:20Where she simmered so soft with her weapons of tin
1:24And like so many suppers she just gave us to him
1:28And he never did guess in her cast iron dress
1:32She was burning beyond recognition
1:36Oh it's not over yet oh that I can't forget
1:51I am going to be telling this story
1:55I was born to be telling this story
1:58I will always be telling this story
2:21Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild
2:25Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
2:28I gave nobody life I am nobody's wife
2:32And I seem to be nobody's daughter
2:36So red is the color that I like the best
2:40It's your Indian skin and the badge on my chest
2:44The heat of my pride and the lips of a bride
2:47The sad heart of the truth and the flag of youth
2:51And blood that is thicker than water
3:03I was made to be telling this story
3:14I was born to be telling this story
3:18I am going to be telling this story
3:22I could only be telling this story
3:25I will always be telling this story
Well we pounded the pavement between dotted lines But we always belonged to the fugitive kind We were never the best but we were better than this To be made to bow down among princes I got thrown around hallways and bedrooms and towns And you run from that voice and it drags you around It don't matter the ruse or the weapons we choose There is only one thing that can free us Oh so here I am lion and the lamb I was born to be telling this story I could only be telling this story I will always be telling this story Well our father married our mother too young And he took on a world like a fortunate son But in the cellar downstairs waiting for the bomb scare He would hide from us under the kitchen Where she simmered so soft with her weapons of tin And like so many suppers she just gave us to him And he never did guess in her cast iron dress She was burning beyond recognition Oh it's not over yet oh that I can't forget I am going to be telling this story I was born to be telling this story I will always be telling this story Sometimes I feel so reckless and wild Sometimes I feel like a motherless child I gave nobody life I am nobody's wife And I seem to be nobody's daughter So red is the color that I like the best It's your Indian skin and the badge on my chest The heat of my pride and the lips of a bride The sad heart of the truth and the flag of youth And blood that is thicker than water I was made to be telling this story I was born to be telling this story I am going to be telling this story I could only be telling this story I will always be telling this story
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