One I was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners
Then spit out the rind
And mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes my mother told me "My dear son,
You're not the one"
I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the feather of someone
I've got a conch pissed with conch republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:
"Son, by god what I could have done,
And you're just like me,
You can really put 'em down
oh if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun
But I