Welding Burns Lyrics & Chords By Rod Picott

My father was a welder at the navy yard
La Palma north atlantic where the winters come down hard
After work he did some drinking and sometimes it was a little rough
Most nights he gets his fill sometimes you can't get enough
Some things you're born to, some things you gotta learn
Broken homes, wrecked cars, scars and welding burns

Little bottle under the seat hard enough to make you cough
Some days you need something to knock the edges off
And I swore I wasn't gonna stay here, I used to dream a lot
Now I can't remember what it was, that I was dreaming of
Some things you're born to, some things you gotta learn
Broken homes, wrecked cars, scars and welding burns

I used to take her down to lee's mill pond to seen August sun on her brown skin
Promised I would take her away, she knew better even way back then

Now there a wife, a kid, a dresser draw
Filled with pocket tees
Little holes burned in each one where the good shirts used to be
Some things you're born to, some things you gotta learn
Broken homes, wrecked cars, scars and welding burns
Some things you're born to, some things you better learn
Broken dreams, wrecked cars, broken bones and welding burns
Some things you're born to, some things you're born to