well I woke up this morning
and I made a resolution,
I said "never going to sing another sad song again."

I decided I'd admit it,
I'm not an intellectual,
though the words never come easy unless I'm singing
them,
and the hills that I was born in will never leave me no
matter how hard I try.

and then my brother was murdered
while my father was in prison,
and the girl that I sometimes loved up and moved away,
and my body filled up with blackness, and the darkness
it wanted to drown me, and I heard my father's
footsteps catching up to me,
and he took me by the shoulders and he said "son, my
hands are strong, but I hope you have the strength to
shake us free, shake us free boy, shake us free my son,
you better shake us free."

(breakdown)

and now I'm lying in the van,
chicago in the springtime,
and the rain outside was falling sounds just like
popcorn,
but before I open my eyes I think I make this
resolution, "no I'm never gonna sing another sad song
for as long as I live"

and the light coming through the windows is making
everything glow
and he took me by the shoulders and he said "son my
hands are strong, but I hope you have the strength to
shake us free, shake us free, shake us free, shake us
free my son."
I made a resolution
I made a resolution
I made a resolution
I made a resolution