Born to the Breed - Judy Collins, Amy Speace

I was only nineteen the morning you were born

With your hair fine and red and your eyes like my own

Barely a woman with only a song

I sang to keep you smilin' and held you all night long

Home through the streets with you in my arms

Cold winter mornings in a Colorado town

You’ve seen me stumble, I’ve watched you fall

I know that I’ve got nothing, you know we’ve got it all

Rain comes down and the trucks rollin' by

Does that old parka keep you dry?

Sixteen years old, out on the road

Tryin' to get to the sky

Back in September you called me on the phone

«Ma, you know I love you but I gotta be own my own

Comes a time in a boy’s life when he’s got to be a man

Please don’t try to find me, please try to understand»

I got me a job in a rock and roll band

I’m gonna try to see if I can get by

Sixteen years old, out on the road

Trying to get to the sky

I’ve watched you grow through all these years

You’ve seen me stumble and I’ve dried your tears

Sometimes there were roses, sometimes it was thorns

I know you’re gonna make it as sure as you were born

And I hope from what you wanted you get what you need

I know you’re gonna make it, you were born to the breed

Sixteen years old, out on the road

Trying to get to the sky