From the recording Song #5

Male. Country. Pop.

Lyrics

Sunrise paints the porch a faded gold.
Another day, the same old story told.
Empty pockets, rumblin in my gut.
Workin hard, but barely gettin nuttin but.

Verse 2.
I see the big shots sailin in their big ol fancy yachts.
Sippin champagne, forgettin  everything they’ve got.
While I’m out here breakin my back in the sun.
Feelin like my fightin days are almost done.

Chorus
Breadcrumbs, that’s all they throw my way.
Just enough to keep me breathin, day after day.
A crumb of kindness, a sliver of respect.
But my hunger’s growin, I can’t accept.
Just breadcrumbs, when i need a feast.
This ain’t livin, this ain’t puttin my soul at ease.
I want the whole loaf, the gravy and the wine.
These breadcrumbs ain’t enough, this life just isn’t mine.

Guitar solo.

Bridge
Maybe I’m foolish, reachin for the sky
But I ain’t built for standin idly by
I got dreams bigger than this quiet little town
Gonna rise above, won’t let em keep me down.

Chorus.

Outro
No, these breadcrumbs ain’t enough, this life ain’t mine
Gonna find my fortune, one day at a time
Leave these breadcrumbs far behind, forevermore
Gonna walk on up and knock on fortune’s door.