Poor Relation

A E D A E D E A E D A E D E You wear the look of a worried man, the weight of the world on your shoulders A E D A E D The last time I saw you, you could barely stand, now you look twenty years older E D A E D E You always were the Poor Relation, fighting a battle with no hope of victory D A D A E D Scars on the outside, twenty-foot-deep, scars that no one can see E A E D A E D E Thank God you’re not related to me A E D A E D E You bear the mark of a dying breed, the world could not hold one more like you A E D A E D If you weren’t his image and flesh of his seed, God would just reach down and strike you E D A E D E You always were the Poor Relation, humble beginnings shrouded in mystery D A D A E D You have a grudge as big as a house, and a passion for anything free E A Thank God you’re not related to me E D A E D E You always were the Poor Relation, fighting a battle with no hope of victory D A D A E D Scars on the outside, twenty-foot-deep, scars that no one can see E F#m Thank God you’re not related to me D E A E D A E D Thank God you’re not related to me