This is a portrait of a tree...

Words and music by bob seger

Stood there boldly Sweatin’ in the sun
Felt like a million Felt like number one
The height of summer I’d never felt that strong
Like a rock

I was eighteen Didn’t have a care
Working for peanuts Not a dime to spare
But I was lean and Solid everywhere
Like a rock

My hands were steady My eyes were clear and bright
My walk had purpose My steps were quick and light
And I held firmly To what I felt was right
Like a rock

Like a rock, I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothin’ ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like a rock

And I stood arrow straight Unencumbered by the weight
Of all these hustlers and their schemes
I stood proud, I stood tall High above it all
I still believed in my dreams

Twenty years now Where’d they go?
Twenty years I don’t know
Sit and I wonder sometimes
Where they’ve gone

And sometimes late at night
When I’m bathed in the firelight
The moon comes callin’ a ghostly white
And I recall ... Recall

Like a rock. standin’ arrow straight
Like a rock, chargin’ from the gate
Like a rock, carryin’ the weight
Like a rock

Lihe a rock, the sun upon my skin
Like a rock, hard against the wind
Like a rock, I see myself again
Like a rock



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