My Mama raised a devil childNow mama’s got a good reason to cryI walk along the old dirt roadNot a lot in my pocket but a pocket of soulMy Papa drove over lifeLived every day on the edge of a knifeLeft me and my mom when I was six years old
My Mama raised a devil childNow mama’s got a good reason to cryI walk along the old dirt roadNot a lot in my pocket but a pocket of soulMy Papa drove over lifeLived every day on the edge of a knifeLeft me and my mom when I was six years old