My Mama raised a devil child
Now mama's got a good reason to cry
I walk along the old dirt road
Not a lot in my pocket but a pocket of soul
Yeah, uhuh, yeah
My Papa drove over life
Lived every day on the edge of a knife
Left me and my mom when I was six years old
'Cause the blood in his veins be ice cold
Yeah, uhuh, yeah
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