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Half a ManI was drivin’ home after work and dawn was creepin’ upDrank the last drop of coffee from a Quik-Stop cupI swear I never took my eyes off that double lineBut all I saw were headlights and my truck couldn’t stop in timeIt came back to me slowly…all the smoke and glass and painNow and then I thought of giving up because I becameHalf a man…half a manCursing all tomorrow’s plansFolks said I was a victim of chanceBut few really understandWhat it is to feel like half a manAfter that judge saw my empty eyes and took pity on meI’d sit by that window holdin’ whiskey between my kneesHalf a bottle and that lonely window became a windshieldI’d hear screams in the night till my reflection revealedHalf a man…half a manCursing all tomorrow’s plansFolks said I was a victim of chanceBut few really understandWhat it is to feel like half a manBefore the lost highway drove me too farI went to see the guy from the other carWhen he wheeled up and shook my handI felt so weak I could hardly standHe could see months of bourbon had taken its tollAnd guilt of what I’d done had eaten half my soulWe talked and wept and it takes a big man to forgiveNow thanks to him I stand taller and no longer liveLike half a man…half a manCursing all tomorrow’s plansFolks said I was a victim of chanceBut few understandWhat it is to feel like half a man©2007 Robert George