Heartbreak Mountain from Liz by An Arcadian Exile

I'm living on heartbreak mountain, here I make my stand
Thinking about my ma and pa, I still don't understand
I'm living on heartbreak mountain, here I make my stand
Daddy picked fresh daisies, mom said he was a bum
He didn't like his money, but he sure did like his rum,
& momma woulda hated him, if here weren't the one,
I can't count the times, anymore, she threatened him with her gun
We never though she'd use it, she always did talk big,
But then she learned he had another secret kid.
My half-sister's name was Rosie, and she was only four,
The only time I knew her was when she lay dead on the floor
Of the cabin that she shared, with her ma and my pa--
Three people blown away was the worst thing that I ever saw.
When your father is a bum, nothing goes as planned,
Now they all are buried, Ma died by her own hand.
It's been nigh twenty years, I still don't understand,
But I'm living here, on Heartbreak Mountain, and this is where I stand.

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