DAVID MICHAEL MILLER

Lyrics

Hand Me Downs
Words and Music by David Michael Miller

She promised to the jailyard, Not to lose another son,
And made him swear to heaven, Not to do what brother done,
But winter in the school yard, He took hold his brother's gun

Hand Me Downs

She promised to the graveyard, Not to lose another son son,
And made him swear to heaven, To run when trouble comes,
But winter in the school yard, He stared down another's gun.

You can't catch it like a cold,
You can't steal it like chest of dead men's gold,
But if you leave it like an old debt, To be collected on a new bet
You'll just rehearse the same old curse until the day you grow old