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I guess my daddy used to be barber He took lines to the head and cut so many daughters And left a trail of little midgets running loose In the Dixie land of 'Bama where the baby had no roots A single wide in the woods and a Harley No bill money, no food, no Atari What a fucking life, good job dad, sorry Baby's in the cradle, plastic spoon Little boy's blue, black clouds on the moon My mother must have been a cute girl A rebel at school, living in her own world She left behind a legacy that only speaks bad with Rocks in purses, whooping girls' asses Left home young, left wrong impressions Made bill money in bars and weed runs Took ahold of drugs, what a life, good job mom Baby's in the cradle, plastic spoon Little boy's blue, black clouds on the moon Yep, together they were like the perfect pair Daddy had the matchstick, mama had the flair Flames got lit, shit got burnt The roof caved in, the table got turned I was wounded by the scene, but pass that salt Make it hurt worse, give me more alcohol Look at me now, good job y'all Now I'm, all grown up Got a new gun, got a new truck, you just (Waiting for the sun) So come home (Waiting for the sun) I am home (Waiting for the sun) When ya coming home? Well I don't know when I don't know when Well guess who's back in jail Your mama wanna know if you got money for the bail Your daddy's in the county for not paying on support They tagged him with a fine for not showing up to court Fuck it, here's 500 dollars for him I did it for my little sister, I ain't sorry for him Tell that motherfucker I want it back in the morning Daddy's in the county with the plastic spoon Bail money up, what's he gonna do He'll probably run into another trailer Knock another lady up and leave her laying there He might go to crack another beer He might go to do some blow and shorten out the dealer I'll probably save him from another bullet From another crystal meth pusher with a mullet Or I might load the gun myself and tell him just to pull it! Pull it! Flowers in fields Of red and blue Dreams of a hill White clouds too Am I still here? Tell me the truth If this dream is real I'll rest in peace off the roof (jump!) Peace off the roof (jump!) Peace... (jump!)
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