Cursed (feat. Dani-Rae Clark)

On a Sunday sitting shotgun, I sang six bars Of a Dolly Parton tune my father hates He pulled over the car and grabbed me by the arm And said "You've got no family unless you change" Daddy always leaves me on the side of the road With the gutter trash where I belong I could try to fight him, but the outcome would be worse What's so wrong with me? I must be cursed I traipsed along that winding ditch 'til dusk came When the neon of the grocer's caught my eye A cashier name-tagged Lacey on their lunch break Asked me, "What brings you this way? I like your style" And I said, "Daddy always leaves me on the side of the road With the gutter trash where I belong I could try to fight him, but the outcome would be worse What's so wrong with me? I must be cursed" Now Lacey got so angry, I just panicked And my feet flew backwards fast to get away They said, "Don't you move an inch. To hear that makes me sick, You're not so alone. My pa's the same." And they said "Daddy always leaves me on the side of the road With the gutter trash where I belong I could try to fight him, but the outcome would be worse What's so wrong with me? I must be cursed" I packed my bags with hurried hands 'til dawn came And I prayed to get away would break that curse I found a place with Lacey, and the change was plain as day The first time I felt loved was with the family I chose Because Daddy always leaves me on the side of the road With the gutter trash where I belong I could try to fight him, but the outcome would be worse What's so wrong with me? I must be cursed Daddy always leaves me on the side of the road With the gutter trash where I belong I could try to fight him, but the outcome would be worse What's so wrong with me? What's so wrong with me?