Angry Young Man

Steve Earle

Composed by: John Porter McMears/Steve Earle
Got a lot of memories tied up in this place 
So much time spent in so little space 
What looked like the world through the eyes of a child 
Kind of closes in on you after awhile 
It's a place to grow up and a place to grow old 
You keep your mouth shut and you do what you're told 
I told mama the day that I ran 
This ain't no place for an angry young man 

Mama if you could see me right now 
You'd be so sure you failed me somehow 
Mama you never could understand 
There ain't no peace for an angry young man 

A cheap hotel a long way from my home 
So many people make you feel so alone 
Dreams die easy out here in these streets 
And hearts grow cold in the city heat 
I ain't never been the patient kind 
I got to live like I please or die tryin' 
At a filling station with a gun in my hand 
The only way for an angry young man 

Got a lot of memories tied up in this place 
Tonight they're starin' me right in the face 
A lonely grave on the outskirts of town 
It's three in the morning, ain't no one around 
Just like a ghost I come out of the night 
But I'll be gone before the morning light 
Mama I hope that you understand 

This ain't no place for an angry young man
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