It was just a little town
in the boot-heel of Missouri
Cotton fields, sand, farming,
poverty all around.

My daddy was from this little town,
coming home with his wife,
pregnant with child to give
birth in his hometown.

All had gone smooth
as the time came to give birth.
Dad came in as mother screamed,
nurses pushing him out down three floors.

Bell ring ground floor
turning to go back up again.
Then met by the nurse
with doctor moving near.

Your wife we can save
but not your child,
now go back down
you'll just have to wait.

The adventure continued a few hours more
up to the top floor,
to be sent down again.
Smoking two packs of Camels,
as he paced the floor.

When all was said and done,
mom's welcoming dad,
holding me up in her proud arms.
That was the beginning of my journey.

Chasing Death Ever Since!