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