My first bike had a banana seat on it

Bright orange with a sunshine on the side

The handle bent and my cousin didn't want it

So that summer I learned to ride.

There's a worn-out denim pearl snap in my closet

When I got it, it was already getting old

The bottom's frayed and the color's gone

Even the hanger that it's hanging on

Is wishin' I would let it go

Like some other things I know.

Daddy's anger and his pride

My mama's sadness, she taught me how to hide

There ain't a damn thing that's ever just been mine

I'm out here walking around in hand-me-downs.

I'm a wrecking ball when I get lonely

Courtesy of my old man's old man, and his old man

And that ain't the kind of heirloom that I wanted

Oh, and don't it make me think I'm only made of broken things that I can't stand.

My daddy's anger and his pride

My mama's sadness, she taught me how to hide

There ain't a damn thing that's ever just been mine

I'm out here walking around, oh, in hand-me-downs.

Oh, and damn it

It's gonna take a long time

But if I can just understand it

And leave something better behind

And if that's the only thing that's ever just mine

They won't put me in the ground

Oh, in hand-me-downs

Hand-me-downs.

Oh, in hand-me-downs

Hand-me-downs.