An Ordinary Son

(Bonamassa/Hughes)
 Hold my head up high
 Now I see you, drying off your eyes
 Four seasons, temper all my pain
 And I have been sheltered... I accept the blame
 For the Tumblin' Dice
 I put my ego aside
 With fire and anger
 I've shadowboxed you all my life
 Bring it on yourself, bring it on me
 Wrapped up in a box because there is nothing left for free
 Gonna' dig a hole, gonna' fall in the dirt
 Gonna' redeem myself and rise upon the earth
 And I feel, like the time has come
 All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son
 Know the wounds run deep
 But I take solace, knowing that hill is not so steep
 Pale white cigarette, barn full of hay
 But I knew I should't have been there anyway
 Gone is the shadow that was cast over
 And I just want to live in tranquility
 And I believe that we will
 Overcome
 All the courageous
 And all the forgiveness
 Walk with me
 Walk with me
 So thank you for tending our survival
 'Cause I know that I took that bread from our table