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My momma, said son better listen to me
With a bottle in one hand, a Bible placed on her knee
My daddy, bought me my first guitar
Even tho I was born, he sold off all of his cars

Rose colored glass is no good
You try to do just as you should
Soundtracks and photographs and fools think they will last
But memories just don't love you back

My sister, felt she was left for dead
When our daddy ran off with a girl that he had just met
My brother, went off to fight a wat
Cuz sometimes dying is better than what's in store

Rose colored glass is no good
You try to do just as you should
Soundtracks and photographs and fools think they will last
But memories just don't loveyou back

My daughter, said daddy please don't be mean
She may look like her momma but feels pain just like me

Rose colored glass is no good
You try to do just as you should
Soundtracks and photographs and fools think they will last
But memories just don't love you back