When I was a young boy
My father sat me down on his knee
He said there's two kinds of people
And there ain't no in between
Either you're stepped on
A tool for someone else
Or you get your boots on
And climb that hill yourself
And he said
Son be strong
Don't let em see when you're wrong
Son be strong
It don't matter if you ain't right
Now time's getting tougher
Less and less space on that hill
And I had to keep lying
So I could pay the bills
What a success now
In my big new fancy car
I can see all my boot-prints
On the men who never made it this far.
Should I say
Son be strong
Don't let em see
When you're wrong
Son be strong
You'll be alright
Maybe there's more choices to find
Maybe I should've let myself cry
Broken lives and faces
In my childhood places
I was the sucker the whole time
So I'll say
Son be strong
Strong enough to be wrong
Son be strong
You'll be alright
Son be strong
Strong enough to be wrong
Son be strong
You'll be alright