1953

Well I was born across the water, born a son and not a daughter
One cold day in 1953
In my early recollections, ain’t no kind words of affection
Just the sound of daddy’s hand slappin' me
So I grew up fast and hard and somewhat bitter
As kids will do when they’ve been knocked around
And of the many things I am, hell I’m no quitter
Cause I got back up each time he knocked me down
Oh and I can’t blame him none
For anything he done
Cause he was doin' what his bible told him to
Now to change my wild behavior
He was praying to his savior
While I was doin' what the hell I wanted to
And as a boy I was ambitious and them girls all looked delicious
And I tasted every one that I could find
But my momma was a teacher and my dad a Baptist preacher
And he never spared the rod on my behind
Yeah but I can’t blame him none
For anything he done
Cause he was doin' what his bible told him to
Now to change my wild behavior
He was praying to his savior
While I was doin' what the hell I wanted to
Now when my daddy he lay dyin'
And my brother sat there cryin'
I was lost in some old childhood scene
Where my daddy was a sayin'
Son you’d better get to prayin'
Cause there’s heaven and there’s hell and no between
And I can’t blame him none
For anything he done
Cause he was doin' what the bible told him to
To change my wild behavior
He was praying to his savior
While I was doin' what the hell I wanted to
Yeah to change my wild behavior
He was praying to his savior
While I was doin' what the hell I wanted to