Well it抯 four o抍lock in the morning
And I抦 knocking on your door
She says she抯 tired of me
Don抰 want me here no more
She said stop your pissin� and moanin� and groanin�
Go sleep outside with them dogs
Now honey let me please explain
Cause I didn抰 mean you no wrong
I didn抰 mean to hurt you baby
Wouldn抰 do that to you
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child
You抮e the bastard son of a thousand blues
Well my daddy was gone by the day I was born
And my mama I have never seen
I was born in the back of a black cadillac
And raised by a gypsy queen
And as a child I was hell gone wild
Raised in the eye of a storm
By the time I was ten I was doing time again
Cause I knew what that gun was for
Chorus:
No, no, no, I抦 the bastard son of a thousand blues
No, no, no, don抰 know what I抦 going to do
No, no, no, I抦 the bastard son of a thousand blues
No, no, no, tell me, mama, what I抦 going to do
Ladies have come and ladies have gone
But there抯 one I remember quite well
Years have gone past, but her memory lasts
But the story I cannot tell
Well I抳e lived and I抳e lied
And I抳e loved and I抳e tried
To put my soul to good use
Guess I抦 shit out of luck
Cause that name, it just stuck
I抦 the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig
Chorus, out
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