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