Story Behind The Song
True life.
Song Description
This song is about anyone who put their parents through living hell when they were a teenager, because of alcohol and drugs, only to wind up having a teenage son who does the same thing to you, but your more capable of handling it than your father was because you've "been there/done that!"
| Song Length |
3:48 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Composed |
Subject |
Life, Determination |
| Similar Artists |
Kris Kristofferson, Travis Tritt |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Grown and Gone
Me and my old man, didn't see eye to eye on a few things.
Hell-bent and wild, drinking, staying high when I turned seventeen.
Caught his back-hand up side my foolish head,
"Best leave that crap alone!" was all he said...
(then) I was grown and gone, on my own, could've choked a fertile field with all the weeds I'd sown.
Was a cold, hard world I was living in, and I admit I sank a bit every now and then,
but I pulled my way up and crawled my way out of every hole I dug and just moved on,
yeah, I was grown and gone.
Years fly by, the blink of an eye finds me waiting,
in the kitchen in the dark;
car pulls in the drive, and he stumbles in.
It all comes rushing back to me, the circle is completed,
I'm my old man giving me the talk I needed...
When you're grown and gone, on your own, I pray you don't reap half of the weeds I've sown.
It's a cold, hard world that we're living in, and you're bound to sink a bit, every now and then,
you've got to pull yourself up and crawl your way out of every hole you dig and just move on.
"Son, sooner than I want you to, you'll be grown and gone!"
We both stood there crying, and he came and hugged my neck, he said, "I love you Dad, and I'll remember what you said!"
When you're grown and gone, on your own, if you're lucky someone's praying you don't reap the weeds they've sown.
It's a cold, hard world that we're living in, and we're bound to sink a bit, every now and then,
we've got to pull ourselves up and crawl our way out of every hole we dig and just move on.
Yeah, pull ourselves up and crawl our way out of every hole we dig and just move on,
when we're grown and gone.
Yeah, when we're grown and gone.
Copyright: Bill King/Hattie Mae Music (ASCAP)/2009