MOG

And you didn't meet him 'til you were nineteen years old
And he made you feel like none of the others
And your oldest brother was away at a home
And you both swore to God we will keep it together
But you both go to jail for them four little babies
You made and delivered along the way
You had lots of reasons to turn out this way
Last night you had a dream of a Lord so forgiving
He might show compassion for a heathen he damned
And the State wouldn't take your babies away
So you moved to a small town, then to another
Old enough to know better, old enough to know better
Then to another with another on its way

From the love he put in you and a life on the run
But you took to his jaw line and long sandy hair
You awoke in a jail cell, alone and so lonely
And the dew on the bike seat and you all a glow
Now, the District Attorney said he might of forgiven
But the sequel it started with the next morning sun

And the way he looked at you, touched you deep down in there
So you jumped on his bike and rode into the sunset