| Well, my daddy took me campin' out under the stars |
| Left me by the fire while he hit the bars |
| I broke my finger on a trailer hitch |
| My mamma called daddy that son of a bitch, alright. |
| A hundred miles to go and you draggin' your ass |
| I’m in a Japanese car that ain’t gonna last |
| Forever drivin' on the wrong side of the road |
| Wearing dungarees that your mamma stole. |
| Well, my mamma loved me but my daddy don’t |
| Tryin' to work it all out but I probably won’t |
| There’s a woman waiting at the top of the stairs |
| It’s the wrong thing to do but I don’t care. |
| Well, she was blond and tall, she was 23 |
| Brought into this world to get the best of me |
| And she never paid back half what she stole |
| She wanted my money so I gave her my soul. |
| Well, my mamma loved me but my daddy don’t |
| Tryin' to work it all out but I probably won’t |
| There’s a woman waiting at the top of the stairs |
| It’s the wrong thing to do but I don’t care. |
| Yeah. |
| Well, my mamma loved me but my daddy don’t |
| Tryin' to work it all out but I probably won’t |
| There’s a woman waiting at the top of the stairs |
| It’s the wrong thing to do but I don’t care. |
| Well, I was flying half mast on the 4th of July |
| In a bar in Lake City with a western tie |
| I’s thinkin' hard about changin' my name |
| And headed for Miami when the daylight came. |
| Well, my mamma loved me but my daddy don’t |
| Tryin' to work it all out but I probably won’t |
| There’s a woman waiting at the top of the stairs |
| It’s the wrong thing to do but I don’t care. |
| Well, my mamma loved me but my daddy don’t |
| Tryin' to work it all out but I probably won’t |
| There’s a woman waiting at the top of the stairs |
| It’s the wrong thing to do but I don’t care. |