I don’t got no

Nicotine to calm the nerves

Drink to chase dessert

Or money from my father’s hard work

I don’t got no

Record deal or bank loan

Or someone with say so

To get my songs up on that radio

And I don’t got no

Telephone to high places

Or a way to know what my fate is

Or someone to save me from the cold of the unknown

And I don’t got no

Need for it, it’s all good

I’ll make the bricks and I’ll chop wood

I don’t make wishes

I take steps and I pay with sweat

And all I got is

One set of lungs and

The friends I was young with

And the blood in my shoes from how far I’ve come

All I got is

This attitude I cut from every mess I come from

It’s my pair of boots in the mud

 

It’s like in everything I do

I know somehow I’ll see

Or somehow I’ll find

A way to get where I need

No matter what door I choose

I’ll make the key

I don’t trust the climb

To make steps I can see

I trust my feet

 

I don’t got no

Parachute that can break my fall

No map to tape to my wall

And no flare to shoot and no mayday I can call

And I don’t got no

Fast lane to my sunset

Or a train ride under it

When the wolves come and the rain and thunder hit

All I got is

One set of lungs and

The friends I was young with

And the blood in my shoes from how far I’ve come

All I got is

This attitude I cut from every mess I come from

It’s my pair of boots in the mud

 

It’s like in everything I do

I know somehow I’ll see

Or somehow I’ll find

A way to get where I need

No matter what door I choose

I’ll make the key

I don’t trust the climb

To make steps I can see

I trust my feet