Son of a 49er

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Matt Hopper & the Roman Candles

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Well I started out as a desert rat swinging sticks for baseball bats 
Got a dog to call our own and when you called she came home 
Summer in the Phoenix heat made my dad move his feet and 
Pack his bags to head up north where wolves would holler back and forth 
Years rolled by one by one and I became an adopted son 
Alaska called us to it's roots where pioneers wore sheep skin boots 
Killed the food by their own hands, dressed the kids, sowed the land 
Drank all the beer left at Chilkoot Charlies 

I am a son, I am a son of a 49er 
It's this feeling that we share it's the clean air that we breathe 
Makes us proud to be so bold 

My brothers were good at games, sports and things we stayed up late 
Racing our bikes, chopping trees and torching bees with fireworks 
Once I caught a baseball hit to my left eye, blackened it 
Bruised and blue well I must confess that I got pictures of this mess 
The sun would shine all through the night, midnight sun is hella bright 
And in the winter darkness fell to some it was heaven to others hell 
But I was busy doing things I was good at school and drooling on girls 
But my mom raised me right never once did I fistfight 
Except one time my ass was about to get kicked and my little brother 
Did all the fighting for me, we call him Big Ben 

He is a son, he is a son of a 49er 
It's this feeling that we share it's the clean air that we breathe 
Makes us proud to be so bold 

Well my mother, bless her heart, raised us up to healthy start 
With homecooked meals and lots of love, never pushed when it came to shove 
Taught us all that she did know then at 18 it was time to go 
Taught me how to cook and clean, wash my clothes and pick up things
And open doors for pretty girls, notice when they had new colored curls 
Thanks ma, girls seem to like me now 

She is a daughter, she is a daughter of a 49er 
It's this feeling that we share it's the clean air that we breathe 
Makes us proud to be so bold 

My Dad has a lot of scars from hunting things and fixing cars 
On our walls two bear rugs, black and brown, looking smug 
Once I went to Kodiak and fell into a bear attack 
And I got this scar on my neck from a paw so big it hurt like a wreck 
But my dad shot him in the heart, my was stopped but soon did start 
And that bear went down on wounded knee and on our wall for all to see 

(Now I don't like killing animals if I don't have to, but sometimes you just gotta eat moose meat) 

He is a son, he is a son of a 49er 
It's this feeling that we share it's the clean air that we breathe 
Makes us proud to be so bold

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