| Well it’s four o’clock in the morning
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| And I’m knocking on your door
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| She says she’s tired of me
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| Don’t want me here no more
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| She said stop your pissin' and moanin' and groanin'
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| Go sleep outside with them dogs
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| Now honey let me please explain
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| Cause I didn’t mean you no wrong
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| I didn’t mean to hurt you baby
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| Wouldn’t do that to you
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| She said bite your lip, now, sweet child
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| You’re the bastard son of a thousand blues
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| Well my Daddy was gone by the day I was born
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| And my Mama I have never seen
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| I was born in the back of a black Cadillac
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| And raised by a Gypsy queen
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| And as a child I was hell gone wild
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| Raised in the eye of a storm
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| By the time I was ten I was doing time again
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| Cause I knew what that gun was for
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| No, no, no, I’m the bastard son of a thousand blues
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| No, no, no, Don’t know what I’m going to do
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| No, no, no, I’m the bastard son of a thousand blues
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| No, no, no, Tell me, mama, what I’m going to do
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| Ladies have come and ladies have gone
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| But there’s one I remember quite well
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| Years have gone past, but her memory lasts
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| But the story I cannot tell
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| Well I’ve lived and I’ve lied
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| And I’ve loved and I’ve tried
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| To put my soul to good use
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| Guess I’m shit out of luck
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| Cause that name, it just stuck
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| I’m the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig
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| Chorus, out |