Justin Townes Earle Poor Fool
I am my father's son
I've never known when to shut up
I ain't fooling no one
I am my father's son
We don't see eye to eye
And I'll be the first to admit I've never tried
It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime
We don't see eye to eye
I was a young man when
I went down the same road as my old man
I was younger then
Now it's three am and I'm standing in the kitchen
Holding my last cigarette
Strike a match and I see my reflection
In the mirror in the hall
And I say to myself, I've got my mama's eyes
Her long thin frame and her smile
And I still see wrong from right
'Cause I've got my mama's eyes
Yeah, I've got my mama's eyes
