You ain't this trainwreck Or this ugly town You ain't your daddy the midget Or mama whoring around You ain't your uncle eddy Robbing convenience stores With his leg blowed off In someone else's war
You ain't your money It ain't my truth Or my southern auntie Making love to fruit He ain't your your savior Or my funny valentine Locked up tight In the double wide It's just a picture under skies so blue A postcard from topeka While we were passing through Postcard from topeka
It ain't my mojo working This ain't your land Or my old moo cow Or your nail in his hand It ain't your will, baby It ain't your shame Stuck in your heart So please just give it away It's just a picture Tried but true A postcard from topeka As we were passing through
You ain't good or bad It ain't right or wrong of you Or these days on the river Or my loving the blues No it wasn't your teardrops It wasn't your son Laying in the blue lights Dead and gone No it ain't your fault In the end it's true All we got's this postcard from topeka As we were passing through Were just passing through
Compositor: Jeffrey James Finlin (Finlin Jeff) ECAD: Obra #25181706