It was covered in mud
And the truck wouldn't start
I clicked it and thud
The truck bed was my heart

He dragged my *** in
My brown heart on a pile

I was an assistant to sin

So long had it been with my catfish and beer
I would never had though Jonny law would appear

But up on the bay was a ranger pile of rocks
stacked up with a shotgun and a shepherd of german stock.

So fire put out.
And my lungs would shout.

All I had was drug hair, and my adult record, despair
So for fury, for fire, for hell was my head.
And dead thought I was.
But instead was because all I was was a boy, and enjoy had they did was the state trooper ID to stay " boys will be boys"
so my self I'll get rid!