Lyrics
Daddy drove a worn out Ford
All my growing up
Momma made us beans
When we didn't have enough
The kids at school laughed at me
For the shoes that I had on
Now I wish those days weren't gone
Oh what I'd give
To tell myself from way back then
Do you know your worth
Ain't made of the clothes you're in?
The stuff you think is gold
Will soon be worn and old
You're worth more than the things you own
The summer of my nineteenth year
I joined the Corps
Wore a uniform
Like the men who came before
Nobody told me then
That it wouldn't be enough
To get me through
When the times were tough
Oh what I'd give
To tell myself from way back then
Do you know your worth
Ain't made of the clothes you're in?
The stuff you think is gold
Will soon be worn and old
You're worth more than the things you own
Oh what I'd give
To tell myself from way back then
Do you know your worth
Ain't made of the clothes you're in?
The stuff you think is gold
Will soon be worn and old
You're worth more than the things you own
You're worth more than the things you own