~I poured the kid some coffee. Said "This ones on me."
Set down my cigarette, then rolled up my sleeve.
"Take a good look here my friend. Do you know what these are?
Just my ragged old, jagged old, and ordinary scars.
I got this one in Paris, in a war 'fore you were born.
And this one when I was half your age working on my daddy's farm
And you know the way I see it,
Son you ain't seen what I've seen.
Cause Tattoos and Scars are different things"~