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.
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