I grew up fast and poor as dirt,

No one to love and lots of hurt.

 

I got a horse, I had a gun

I did my livin’ on the run.

 

Then one day life got rearranged.

I blinked my eyes and everything changed.

 

Now who’d believe the things I’ve got

A father, a family, a home and Scott

 

A roof, four walls and a warm soft bed

Three times a day they make sure I’m fed.

 

If I spring a leak, they plug the holes

And Teresa makes me cinnamon rolls.

 

For a border brat it’s a big surprise

To be given a third of Paradise.

 

With all this stuff and there’s sure a lot,

The best part’s still my brother Scott.

 

He’d stick by me right to the end.

He’s more than a brother; he’s my best friend.

 

Course you ever tell him what I just said

I guess I’d have to shoot ya’ dead.

 

Yeah, the sad part is that’s just my style.

Dealing death with a crooked smile.

 

I’ve tried to change and tried to be

The kind of man they’d want to see.

 

The top layer’s Lancer but where it’s hid

Deep down inside there’s still Madrid

 

If they really knew me then it’d shame ‘em

They wouldn’t want me. I wouldn’t blame ‘em.

 

I don’t think I could get by

Without ‘em now. Don’t want to try.

 

They think I’m tough, but it steals my breath.

What I could lose scares me to death.

 

So I’ll just keep on tryin’ to hide

The kind of man I am inside.

 

And hope they never realize

Just who looks out from behind my eyes.