Lyric Bastard Son of a Thousand Blues

Well it s four o clock in the morning
and I m knocking on your door
She says she s tired of me
Don t want me here no more

She said stop your pissin and moanin and groanin
go sleep outside with them dogs
Now honey let me please explain
cause I didn t mean you no wrong

I didn t mean to hurt you baby
Wouldn t do that to you
She said bite your lip, now, sweet child
You re the bastard son of a thousand blues

Well my Daddy was gone by the day I was born
And my Mama I have never seen
I was born in the back of a black Cadillac
And raised by a Gypsy queen

And as a child I was hell gone wild
Raised in the eye of a storm
By the time I was ten I was doing time again
Cause I knew what that gun was for

Chorus:
No, no, no, I m the bastard son of a thousand blues
No, no, no, Don t know what I m going to do
No, no, no, I m the bastard son of a thousand blues
No, no, no, Tell me, mama, what I m going to do

Ladies have come and ladies have gone
But there s one I remember quite well
Years have gone past, but her memory lasts
But the story I cannot tell

Well I ve lived and I ve lied
And I ve loved and I ve tried
To put my soul to good use

Guess I m sh!t out of luck
Cause that name, it just stuck
I m the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig

Chorus, out