Lyrics:
Written by Joe Babcock
Recorded by Hank Snow
I was born in Macon Georgia they kept my dad in the Macon jail
Dad said son if you keep your hands
I'm gonna be the first
Well, the warden walked by and said son don't try
I'd hate to see you fall
For there is no doubt they'll carry you out
If
I'm gonna be the first
Well, the warden walked by and said son don't try
I'd hate to see you fall
For there is no doubt they'll carry you out
If
by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Yeah
I was ? since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I wanna be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
, then days went by, then days went by,
Here I am
I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
Years have passed and so have I
Making it hard to cry
And if and when I have a son
Let it all be said and done
Let all that sadness pass him by
on high, born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth
Hark the herald angels sing, "Glory to the new
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
old hoochie coochie man
A bad son of a gun
Got a john the conqueroot and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
Hey,
His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
'Glory
one by one
I got set on that old hoochie coochie man
And I'm yo' son of a gun
Now the gypsy woman told mama, oh 'while 'fore I was born
She said
hand upon the lad
Neither do anything to him, thy son
Behold! Caught in a thicket by it's horns
A Ram offer the Ram of Pride instead
But the old man
understand
There's a dirt road runs by the river
Comes an old man stepping high
With a soft voice & kind intentions
He said son you know you're too young
Jesus had a son by Mary Magdalene and he rode the land like the man who
Went before
Young Jesus raised him loud, mother Mary raised him proud and he
There's a river running sweat right through our land, through our land,
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand, in his hand
And I've taken just
You're the son of that Indian scum
If you value your hide then you better abide
By the white man's rules here in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in
wife Hannah
Well, they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries
Named him after a man of the cloth
Called him Amos Moses, yeah (haha)
them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty-one, only son
But he served us
a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free
From a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying he was something to see
Well now don't you know that I'm the American Son
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin' at his last meal
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield
For dignity
Wise man lookin' in
cannons in the wind
Buccaneers, with nothing to fear
He'll go down with the ship, last man standin'
Guys named Captain
Guys named Captain have, sons
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