Took my first breath where the muddy Brazos
Spills into the Gulf of Mexico
Where the skyline′s colored by chemical plantsThat put the bread on the table of the workin' man
Where the workin′ man does his best to provide
Safety and shelter for kids and a wife
Giving a little of his soul every day
Makin' overtime to keep the wolves away
I was barely 13 when the company men
Tried to dig my daddy's grave
It happened on a French-owned tanker ship
Spillin′ poison in the Galveston Bay
Where the liquid fire filled his lungs and his eyes
Silenced any mortal cries
Cold in the grave, but death stinging pain
He fought like hell to keep the wolves away
For the next few years, Dad was sick as a dog
But he made recovery just to spite the odds
The settlement came, and we moved out of town
Where the sky isn′t heavy with refinery clouds
Yeah, he's still alive, he′s doing good, he's in his fifties
But the money′s running out, and he's pinching for pennies
So I′m going for broke with every song I play
'Cause now it's my turn to keep the wolves away
