Lyrics

Midnight eastern standard time the phone call came
So here I am staring out the window of this plane
Ya see, I've got this crazy family that I'm goin' back to see
Keep in mind they're not at all like me

Let me introduce you to my mother's favorite son
He ain't got a job, still lives at home , just turned forty-one
Then there is my sister with a few too many kids
But who am I to judge the way they live

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We got our share of broken branches on the tree
But our roots they run real deep, we got color in our leaves
Seen every season for a couple hundred years
We live and breathe from the love of just one seed
A crazy bunch are we . . . That's my family

We're so proud of my cousin; he's a graduate of Yale
We don't talk about his brother who's back doin' time in jail
Hell yeah we got a closet full of skeletons we hide
We don't let em out, We just lock em up inside

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We got our share of broken branches on the tree
But our roots they run real deep, we got color in our leaves
Seen every season for a couple hundred years
We live and breathe from the love of just one seed
A crazy bunch are we . . . That's my family

Bridge
Father to father
Mother to son
Your family's your family
No matter what they've done
If they can't turn to you
Then who can they turn to

Chorus