Drunken King

as the farmers only son

I learned to hit and run

that bull was never far away

stealing eggs from the hen

sneaking from pen

that rooster clogged me all the way

on the tractor as I aged

it felt like I was caged

the field never seemed to end

inner demons waged a war

I longed for something more

I left that place and headed around the bend

trouble seemed to always come my way

fighting was an ordinary day

tried to keep it straight,didn't get that trait

bricks and bars were in my dna

although I tried to hide

the good life was denied

the road to hell was never paved

ladies of the night

bottles without ice

sleeping, wherever I would fall

after years of living dead

thoughts came to my head

I guess I never knew it all

in and out of jail

begging to be bailed

my family's phone would only ring

the farm had done been sold

I was gray and old

a very fitting end for the drunken king

trouble seemed to always come my way

fighting was an ordinary day

tried to keep it straight,didn't get that trait

bricks and bars were in my dna

although I tried to hide

the good life was denied

the road to hell was never paved