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Tied down with a full heart, lived my wild days from an early start Fell hard at twenty-two, landed softly right by you Gas for breath and mountain air, drove across the plains with no cares Chasing dreams like wildfire, in my kids' eyes I see that desire They're pulling me from way back when Tied to the old ways of all my kin Preaching the word down in the mines Out in the hayfields beneath the Seneca skies Strike me down if I cut family ties Born to a world that's all been found, proud of these songs I sing loud First comes first, not me or you, under God it's those baby blues Gone away from time to time but that don't mean I don't tie a line Pull me back if I fall though, damn silver and damn gold too They're pulling me from way back when Tied to the old ways of all my kin Preaching the word down in the mines Out in the hayfields beneath the Seneca skies Strike me down if I cut family ties They're pulling me from way back when Tied to the old ways of all my kin Preaching the word down in the mines Out in the hayfields beneath the Seneca skies Strike me down if I cut family ties Those family ties Those family ties From Letras Mania