Album: From Here to Reality
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