A boy named SOU7 Nov 2019 09:03
Well, my daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and a empty bottle of booze
Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he invested in SOU
Well, he musta thought that was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk
It seems I had to fight my whole life through
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy holding SOU
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame
But I made me a vow to the moon and stars
I'd search the honkytonks and bars
And kill that man that give me that awful name
Well, it was Morrrocco in mid July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew
At an old saloon on a street of mud
There at a table, dealin' stud
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that left me SOU
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn out picture that my mother'd had
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye
He was big and bent, and gray and old
And I looked at him, and my blood ran cold
And I said, "My holding is SOU! How do you do?
Now you gonna die"
Yeah! That's what I told him