John Gorka - Ignorance and privilege

I was born to ignorance, yes, and lesser ^Fpoverties I was born to ^Cprivilege that I ^Gdid not see Lack of pigment ^Amin my skin, won a free and ^Feasy in I didn't ^Cknow it, but my ^Gway was ^Fpaved ^C

I grew up a Catholic boy, in a north-^Feastern State A place when asked, "^CWhere you from?", some people tend to ^Ghesitate Reply a ^Amlittle bit late, as if maybe you ^Fdidn't rate ^CI was born to ^Gignorance and ^Fprivil^Cege

My dad ran a printing press, a tag and label ^Ffactory May have seen it ^Cas a child, now a distant ^Gmemory Almost too ^Amfaint to see, dark red-brick ^Ffactory I didn't ^Cknow it, but my ^Gway was ^Fpaved ^C

We moved from a city street, shortly after ^FI arrived To a house on a ^Cgravel road, where I learned to ^Gbe alive Crawl, walk, r^Amun and ride, that's where I learned to ^Fcome alive I didn't ^Cknow it, but my ^Gway was ^Fpaved ^C

^FIf the wind is ^Gat your ^Cback ^FAnd you never ^Gturn a^Cround ^FYou may never ^Gknow the ^Cwind is ^Amthere ^Dm7You may never hear the ^Gsound, no, no

Got to grow and ^Cgo to school, work at home and ^Fdream at night Even be a ^Ccollege fool, like I had ^Gany right Never went th^Amrough a war, never Great De^Fpression poor I didn't ^Cknow it, but my ^Gway was ^Fpaved ^C

^DmNose to the grindstone ^GShoulder to the wheel ^DmBack against the wall Maybe you ^Gknow how it fe^Cels

^FIf the wind is ^Gat your ^Cback ^FAnd you never ^Gturn a^Cround ^FYou may never ^Gknow the ^Cwind is ^Amthere ^Dm7You may never hear the ^Gsound, no, no

I was born to ^Cignorance, yes, and lesser ^Fpoverties I was born to ^Cprivilege that I ^Gdid not see Lack of pigment ^Amin my skin, won a free and ^Feasy in I didn't ^Cknow it, but my ^Gway was ^Fpaved ^C 'Cause ^FI was born to ^Gignorance and ^Fprivil^Cege ^{F C F C}