Lyrics
Well, I come a long way
From the trips and the shaky hands
If you're looking down on me
I could really give a good goddamn
Lot of miles, lot of folds
I'm still findin' out who I am
Lot of miles, lot of folds
I'm still findin' out who I am
And every time, it's my fault somehow
Now I know why you don't trust me now
Every time, it's my fault somehow
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
Well, I come a long way
From the tricks and the easy road
I've been stitching up my mind
I've been tryin' not to hold that grudge
Lot of miles, lot of folds
I'm still tryin' to just get back up
Lot of miles, lot of folds
I'm still tryin' to just get back up
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
I'm trying to live in the moment like you told me
I'm trying to control it without giving it up
I'm a soldier, and I'm on my feet for now
I've gotta live in the moment like you told me
I've gotta control it without giving it up
I'm a soldier, and I'm on my feet for now
If you're looking down on me
I could really give a good goddamn
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't (Baby, don't tread)
Don't you tread on me
I could hardly sleep, so I don't
And I could hardly speak, so I won't
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