the trouble with blood

I heard this poor town --'s daddy ---

like he was just some kind of crazy old fool

Maybe he is, maybe he ain't - hey, I don't know

But I know that boy loves his daddy

just about as much as he can stand

Cruel words get spoken and hearts get broken

It's hard to understand

That's the trouble with blood, your sons and your daughters

That's the trouble with blood, it's thicker than water

I heard his mama screaming at her daughter the other day

that she wished she'd never been born

All those tears welling up in both of their eyes

You know that mama never had more joy

than when that baby come into this world

The pain and the sorrow will be there tomorrow

It's hard to understand

That's the trouble with blood, your mothers and fathers

That's the trouble with blood, it's thicker than water

You can't wash it out, no, no

You can curse it you can swear it

That's the trouble with blood, you just gotta wear it

It's hard to understand...etc