POOR BOY BLUES
I'M JUST A POOR BOY
LIVIN' IN A BROKEN-DOWN SHACK
WITH A SATELLITE DISH AND A MARIJUANA PATCH OUT BACK
WORKIN' ON GRANDPA'S FARM IN THE MORNIN' SUN
PACKIN' TOBACCO LEAVES TILL THE DAY IS DONE
BULLFROG GIGGIN' IN THE POND AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL
AND SIPPIN' ON A GALLON JUG FROM THE MOONSHINE STILL
BUT MAMA'S ON HER DEATH BED
AND DADDY'S ALREADY DEAD
MY BROTHER'S GOT A BULLET IN HIS HEAD
THE A.T.F. SHOT 'EM FULLA LEAD
LIVIN' OUT HERE WHERE THE DEER AND THE ANTELOPE PLAY
HUNTIN' AN' A FISHIN' AN' A TRAPPIN' THE AMERICAN WAY
GOT A BUNKER FULLA CANNED GREEN BEANS AND MILITARY GUNS
AND OUR NINETEEN-FORTY-SIX PICK-UP TRUCK STILL RUNS
BUT MAMA'S ON HER DEATH BED
AND DADDY'S ALREADY DEAD
MY BROTHER'S GOT A BULLET IN HIS HEAD
THE A.T.F. SHOT 'EM FULLA LEAD
I'M JUST A POOR BOY RUNNIN' DOWN THE RAILROAD TRACK
WITH DYNAMITE-N-HAND GRENADES IN MY GUNNYSACK
I GOT A HAIR-TRIGGER AND I AIN'T TOO SHABBY OF A SHOT
IF THEY'RE GONNA TAKE IT ALL THEN I'M GONNA GIVE 'EM ALL I GOT
NEVER HAD NO TROUBLE WITH THE LAW TILL THEY CROSSED OUR LAND
NOW I MIGHT GET KILLED BUT I'M GONNA MAKE A FINAL STAND
'CAUSE MAMA'S ON HER DEATH BED
AND DADDY'S ALREADY DEAD
MY BROTHER'S GOT A BULLET IN HIS HEAD
THE A.T.F. SHOT 'EM FULLA LEAD
MY MAMA'S ON HER DEATH BED
AND DADDY'S ALREADY DEAD
MY BROTHER'S GOT A BULLET IN HIS HEAD
THE A.T.F. SHOT 'EM FULLA LEAD
