Scott Miller - Raised by the Graves lyrics

I born in a town that the industry built in the tired dirt of the Tidewater To a hard-headed man who had the good luck to marry a decent man's daughter And from my earliest days I could tell things were bad President's - they were resigning And I was raised by the graves I wore my brother's clothes because our house - it was cold With a cry of "pennies make dollars" And we settled down so far from that town That God only knows if you holler And on the back of the farm there was an old graveyard Where I used to play as a child And I was raised by the graves Well, I struck out at home, and I went on my own into a world that has already pa**ed me And I married a woman a lot like my mom, and I act a lot like my daddy But when it's time to go home, I'll head back to the farm Where the names will all be familiar Because I was raised by the graves