Marshall grew up hard and he grew up quick
his mind and tongue were sharp
and his skin was thick
he poured all his hardships into rhyme
working hard for a better life all the time
By: J.N.R Dutton
Marshall grew up hard and he grew up quick
his mind and tongue were sharp
and his skin was thick
he poured all his hardships into rhyme
working hard for a better life all the time
By: J.N.R Dutton
John he was a dreamer, from an early age
had grit, and a stubborn streak five miles long
anyone would say,
Bound & determined,
worked his fingers til they bled
got barely a few hours of sleep each night
Said: “I’ll sleep more when I’m dead”
He plowed on full steam ahead
rarely looking back
When his dreams came to fruition,
and anybody asked,
if it was worth the sacrifices along the way
He’d just grin, and say “Oh, yeah”
By: J.N.R Dutton
This is a story, of a girl named Lily
She calls herself “an overnight sensation
-years in the making”
All the miles & the struggles were real
To be able, night after night to reveal
To her fans just how she feels
Pouring everything she’s got into her songs
By:J.N.R Dutton
Delia was a young girl, born in a city near the Rio Grande
Her Daddy was an agricultural man, Always just doing the best he can
By the time Delia was eight years old, She joined him working her time away
Hardly had the chance to go to school, barely rested or even played
She worked hard, sweating in the heat
but oh, she never complained,
She had callouses on her hands, blisters on her feet
She would do anything she could
To help her family make ends meet
By:J.N.R Dutton
Mark never graduated High School, not even a GED
He wasn’t on the path to success as far as anyone could see
but all that changed, in the Summer of 1983
He built a business from scratch quietly
w/scraped together money & some creativity
Despite how lazy some thought him to be
He was a hard worker, surprisingly
He just wanted to earn his way non-traditionally
By:J.N.R Dutton
He isn’t rolling in cash, just busting his back,
picking up trash, barely earning enough to be called
middle class, but it’s honest work, so he’s grateful for that
even if he’ll never afford a “rich” man’s Cadillac
He works hard, just like his daddy did
To put food in the mouths of his
wife & kids
No matter what, they come first to him
He’ll make any sacrifice he needs to for them
He’ll never give it a second thought
He gives his all for everything they’ve got
By:J.N.R Dutton
He was a motocross racer, fearless, reckless
His competition ate his dust for breakfast
Everybody who knew him, called him
the best there’d been,
he always worked like crazy to win
By:J.N.R Dutton
He had many false starts, broken hearts
& broken dreams
He knew too well that the world could be mean
but he polished his talents until they gleamed
& worked like a dog, knew that’s what was needed
& finally at last, he succeeded
By: J.N.R Dutton
After years & years of struggling,
the fruit of his labors are rolling in
Everybody he knows, is cheering him,
saying, “man, you finally made it big”
He says “yeah that’s true” with a huge Texas grin
Sometimes, people ask him:
“what’s it like being
an overnight sensation”
and he breaks into a laughing fit
every time he hears it,
He says:
“this was a marathon, not a sprint
& you don’t know the time, the blood,
or the tears I spent, man, I’ll tell you this,
calling me an overnight sensation
really cheapens it”
By: J.N.R Dutton
His daddy taught him
to live off the land
and that working hard
was the virtue of a good man
He took pride in his farmer’s tan
and the home and life he provided
with his two calloused hands
By:J.N.R Dutton