| Lyrics: | I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees.
We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon
grease.
I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa.
It didn't bother my mother, 'cus
we kept him in a jar.
I ain't got no moonshine, I ain't got no wife.
Oh Lord help me,
rebuild my life.
Since I was a young boy, travelled far from home.
Oh Lord don't let me die
on my own.
I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee.
There were 14 bad dudes, in the
cell with me.
I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig.
Got raped in the showers by Mr
Big.
Now my life's nearly over, it's been a pain.
And my eyes are getting bad, I didn't
see that train.
Now as I lay dying, I hear coyote hoots.
But it's two drunk Indians, and
they've stole my boots. |
