Mojo Gurus
Baddest Mother's Son
Well, down in Mississippi in an old tar shackI learned to toe the line or get the hickory 'cross my backSee, my daddy liked his whiskey and he had a bad mean streakSweet mamma was raised Christian, born to turn the other cheekShe did her very best to teach me right from wrongPut me on the straight and narrow, but I didn't walk it longAnd I took my daddy's whupin's and I grew up hard and leanInto the baddest mother's son Jackson County's ever seenAt seventeen I stole an Eldorado CadillacI drove it straight to I never once looked backI swore no man would ever lay a hand on me againBought me a .45 as a means to that endThen I painted that town redder than a Jackson fire truckWho'd of thought one Mississippi coon ass boy would have so such luckAnd I made quite the impression on the ladies and the lawI was the baddest mother's son that they ever sawAnd let me tell ya, there's some pretty bad boys down in Jackson, sonOne ngiht while playin' five card and winnin' me a pileOff a big ole boy from Texas when I guess I cramped his styleHe accused me of cheatin' put a hair upside my headI drew my .45 and shot that motherfucker deadThen all Hell broke loose but I put up quite a fightIt took half the state militia to put me in jail that nightSo, Mother, when they hang me put a stone above my headLetras de cancionesHere lies the baddest mother's son Jackson County ever bredBaddest mother's sonJackson County born and bredShit!
From Letras Mania