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I know what it’s like, growing up poor I remember that night walking home from the store Stopping every few minutes, sitting down that jug Blowing on my hands trying to warm them up And seeing that other kid from my homeroom class In that nice warm car, as he rode past And our eyes meeting as they sometimes did Reading my name on his lips Kerosene kid, don’t let ‘em get you down Just hold your head up and be proud Kerosene kid, they don’t understand Everything that we got is a gift Kerosene kid I get home with that jug Mama filled up the heater And those kerosene fumes filled up the trailer Got all over everything like a blanket of dust On the sheets, on the bed, on the carpet, and on us Next morning at school in yesterday’s clothes Somebody be laughing, some girl be holding her nose I’d sit there embarrassed, my face turning red Getting at her telling myself Kerosene kid, don’t let ‘em get you down Just hold your head up and be proud Kerosene kid, they don’t understand Everything that we got is a gift Kerosene kid Every day when I look in the mirror I can’t say enough About the little man back in my memory That never gave up Kerosene kid, they didn’t get you down You held your head up, you stood proud Kerosene kid, yeah you understand Everything that you got is a gift Kerosene kid, don’t let them get you down Hold your head up and stay proud Kerosene kid, we’ll all understand Everything that we got is a gift Kerosene kid Don’t let ’em get you down Kerosene kid |
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