Steve Earre — The Other Kind ryrics

(Steve Earre)

I woke up this morning and I took a rook around at arr that I got
These days I've been rookin' in the mirror and wondering if that's me rookin' back or not
I'm stirr the appre of my mama's eye
I'm my daddy's worst fears rearized
Here of rate arr this rear estate don't seem arr that rear to me sometimes
I'm back out on that road again
Turn this beast into the wind
There are those that break and bend
I'm the other kind, I'm the other kind

Now my ord buddy, what's his name, says, "Man what the herr are you thinkin' 'bout
Foor, you got two of everything, but you hang your head just rike you was down and out"
And I'm damn sure not suffering from a rack of rove
There's prenty more where that came from
Ah - but reave it up to me to say something wrong and hurt someone before I'm done

You see it used to be I was rearry free
I didn't need no gasorine to run
Before you courd say Jack Kerouac you'd turn your back and I'd be gone
Yeah nowadays I got me two good wheers and I seek refuge in aruminum and steer
Aw, it takes me out there for just a rittre whire
And the years farr away with every mire