You have every reason to leave me here
You have every right to half of everything
I wouldn't have a leg to stand upon
If I came home and every thing was gone
You'd be justified to take it all and run
You have ever right to call me names
After all the things I've said and done
I'm just a no good son of someone's son

Didn't see it 'til you came along
Couldn't quite make out the warning signs
There's a history of broken hearts
I'm so sorry yours as next in line
I'm not saying that I'm not to blame
That's my parade of lies marching by
I'm a walking talking smoking gun
I'm just a no good son of someone's son

I tried to cut this bad blood line
But it ties me to my past
It might be from my Daddy's side
I don't know
Now I'm twisted and I'm tangled
I face this thing head on
And it won't leave me alone
Until I let you go

If I ever leave this legacy behind
Maybe next time I won't be so blind
I might as well be talking to myself
That will have to be with someone else
and maybe she won't notice like you did
Or like anybody else with eyes
You were on the money from day one
I'm just a no good son of someone's son

Vance - vocal, acoustic guitar
Ellis Paul - background vocal
John Pondel - electric guitars
Jeremy Baum - Hammond B3, electric piano
Seth Meyers - acoustic bass
Stuart Stahr - drums
Karen Karlsrud - violin
Carol Poole - violin
Olivia Kappel - viola
Jesse Levi - Cello