Took my first breath where the muddy Brazos

Spills into the Gulf of Mexico

Where the skyline′s colored by chemical plantsThat put the bread on the table of the workin' man

Where the workin′ man does his best to provide

Safety and shelter for kids and a wife

Giving a little of his soul every day

Makin' overtime to keep the wolves away

I was barely 13 when the company men

Tried to dig my daddy's grave

It happened on a French-owned tanker ship

Spillin′ poison in the Galveston Bay

Where the liquid fire filled his lungs and his eyes

Silenced any mortal cries

Cold in the grave, but death stinging pain

He fought like hell to keep the wolves away

For the next few years, Dad was sick as a dog

But he made recovery just to spite the odds

The settlement came, and we moved out of town

Where the sky isn′t heavy with refinery clouds

Yeah, he's still alive, he′s doing good, he's in his fifties

But the money′s running out, and he's pinching for pennies

So I′m going for broke with every song I play

'Cause now it's my turn to keep the wolves away