as the only child for a hundred miles livin in the land of plenty you could raise your cup any time you want never find it empty but your plate was flush and you had so much and others had not any as you lay in bed while they shaved your head now you re one of many oh and now you re one of many it was hard to breath when you knew no need the crown it lay so heavy at night you slept underneath your bed both your pistols ready but they stole your robes and now your clothes won t sell for penny you re free to rest your naked chest no you re one of many oh and now you re one of many when the sirens cried in the afternoon did your mouth go dry did your was it louder than a drum in an empty room did it strike so hard as it rang so true as a traveler in a wider world the road was never friendly so you turned around you were homeward bound at the tender age of twenty when you arrived you cried to find your mother had no memory once you were her only child now you re one of many oh now you re one of many
['alternative country', 'deep new americana', 'indie folk', 'new americana', 'roots rock', 'stomp and holler']