​the mockingbird & THE CROW Letra - HARDY

I grew up in a little town named after another

Catchin' bass and cuttin' grass was how I spent my summers

I know it sounds cliché, but it's how I was raised

And I got my first guitar from a pawn shop off of Poplar

Picked up "Sweet Home Alabama" and "Smoke On The Water"

And that's what got me out

It's crazy thinkin' now

I'm a mockingbird

Singin' songs that sound like other songs you've heard

Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt

And how Mississippi's home

I've always been a mockingbird but now I'm a mockingbird with a microphone

I found myself a contract down on Sixteenth Avenue

Writing songs for anyone about anything I knew

And I've come a long long way

But one thing hasn't changed

I'm a mockingbird

Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard

Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt

And how Mississippi's home

I've always been a mockingbird but now I'm a mockingbird with a microphone

A mockingbird with a microphone

Ooh, with a microphone, with a microphone, with a microphone

Do this, do that

That shirt, this hat

Don't forget to smile

Kiss the ring once in a while

Don't say those words

Put down your finger

Throw in a slow love song or two

Well, fuck that, and fuck you 'cause

The way I sing may not be pretty

May not be music to your ears

But when these wings roll through your city

My last name is all you hear

And I refuse to be another

Mockingbird with a microphone

I'll fly the line I choose to, brother

Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow

Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow, the crow

Well, do that, do this

Unclench your fist

You're too loud, you're too proud, it won't work

Well, tell that to twenty five thousand rednecks with my dumb face on their T-shirt

The way I sing may not be pretty

May not be music to your ears

But when these wings roll through your city

My last name is all you hear

And I refuse to be another

Mockingbird with a microphone

I'll fly the line I choose to, brother

Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow

Even if that makes me the crow, the crow, the crow, the crow

I'm a mockingbird

Singing songs that sound like other songs you've heard

Like Friday nights and headlights on some backroad red dirt

And how Mississippi's home

I've always been a mockingbird but now I'm a mockingbird and I'm the crow