i was only nineteen the morning you were born with your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own barely a woman with only a song i sang to make you smile and held you all night long home through the streets with you in my arms cold winter mornings in a colorado town i ve seen you stumble you ve watched me fall you know i ve got nothing you know we ve got it all trucks roll by and the rain coming down does that old parka keep you dry sixteen years old out on the road trying to get to the sky back in september you called me on the phone ma you know i love you but i gotta be own my own comes a time in a boy s life when he s gotta be a man please don t try to find me please try to understand now he s playing guitar in a rock and roll band looking like a baby talking like a man the life of a guitar man is a hard life to lead what can i tell you you were born to the breed  rain comes down the trucks rolling by i that old poncho gonna keep you dry sixteen years old january child trying to get to the sky i ve watched you growing through all these years i ve seen you stumble you ve watched my tears sometimes there was roses sometimes there was thorns but i know you re gonna make it as sure as you were born and i hope from what you wanted you get what you need i know you re gonna make it you were born to the breed sixteen years old january child trying to get to the sky