Testo The Strap

all that i took from the house i was born in was the old leather strap that my father had worn in so the leather was soft and the stitching was torn and all shot to hell but all that i wanted was that old leather belt now i could have taken the keys to his car or the money he'd saved in that old mason jar i sure could have used a few credit cards or some jewelry to sell but all that i wanted was that old leather belt i still remember only to well me and brothers as kids raisin' hell how we knew we were in trouble when dad undid the buckle of that old leather belt all that i took from the house i was born in... now what will you do you tired old man will you try to strike me? well i don't think you can 'cause i'm wearing the belt you once raised in your hand and i'll never forget how it felt as long as I'm wearing this old leather belt all that i took from the house i was born in...