Grown Up Right

(a country song)

VERSE 1
Trouble was my name when I was a kid.
I did all the wild things all the wild kids did.
Always lying, smoking, stealing, and such.
I was good too little and bad too much.
I teased my sisters, fought with my brothers.
Broke most of the rules, ignored the others.
But that kid’s not the man I turned out to be.
If you knew me then you won’t recognize me.

CHORUS 1
Just look at me now, I’m OK.
I’m grown up right, the American way.
I can be proud of what I am
Thanks to Mom and Dad and Uncle Sam.
Look at me now. I’ve grown up right.

VERSE 2
When I turned eighteen my parents threw me out.
Dad said “Here’s an address you should know about.
Son, they’ve got a really great deal for you.
A free place to live, transportation too.
They’ll put clothes on your back, shoes on your feet,
Cash in your pocket, give you food to eat.
And you ain’t gettin’ that from us no more.”
Mom gave me a kiss and shoved me out the door.

CHORUS 2
And look at me now, I’m OK.
I’m grown up right, the American way.
I can be proud of what I am
Thanks to Mom and Dad and Uncle Sam.
Look at me now. I’ve grown up right.

VERSE 3
Now I’m a veteran and I’ve got a kid.
He does all the wild things I always did.
If there’s trouble around, that’s where he’ll be.
I must admit he reminds me of me.
But I’m not worried, ‘cause I’ve got a plan.
He’ll be eighteen soon, legally a man,
And I won’t have to take his crap no more.
I’ll give him an address, then he’s out the door.

CHORUS 3
I’m not worried. He’ll be OK.
He’ll grow up right, the American way.
I can be proud of what he’ll be
Thanks to Uncle Sam and his mom and me.
Just you wait. He’ll be grown up right.

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