My Mama raised a devil child Now mama`s got a good reason to cry I walk along the old dirt road Not a lot in my pocket but a pocket of soul 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 veins be ice cold
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