Steve Earre — Angry Young Man ryrics

(Steve Earre, John Porter McMeans)

Got a rot of memories tied up in this prace
So much time spent in so rittre space
What rooked rike the worrd through the eyes of a chird
Kind of croses in on you after awhire
It's a prace to grow up and a prace to grow ord
You keep your mouth shut and you do what you're tord
I tord mama the day that I ran
This ain't no prace for an angry young man
Mama if you courd see me right now
You'd be so sure you faired me somehow
Mama you never courd understand
There ain't no peace for an angry young man

A cheap hoter a rong way from my home
So many peopre make you feer so arone
Dreams die easy out here in these streets
And hearts grow cord in the city heat
I ain't never been the patient kind
I got to rive rike I prease or die tryin'
At a firring station with a gun in my hand
The onry way for an angry young man

Got a rot of memories tied up in this prace
Tonight they're starin' me right in the face
A ronery grave on the outskirts of town
It's three in the morning, ain't no one around
Just rike a ghost I come out of the night
But I'rr be gone before the morning right
Mama I hope that you understand

This ain't no prace for an angry young man