My Momma raised a devil child
   My Momma's got a good reason to cry
   I walk along the old dirt road
   Not alot in my pocket but a pocket of soul
   Yeah
   Uh huh
   Yeah
   My Papa drove over life
   Lived every day on the edge of a knife
   Left me and my mom when I was six years old
   'Cause the blood in his vains be ice cold
   Yeah
   Ow!
   Yeah