Baddest Mother's Son

Well, down in Mississippi in an old tar shack

I learned to toe the line or get the hickory 'cross my back

See, my daddy liked his whiskey and he had a bad mean streak

Sweet mamma was raised Christian, born to turn the other cheek

She did her very best to teach me right from wrong

Put me on the straight and narrow, but I didn't walk it long

And I took my daddy's whupin's and I grew up hard and lean

Into the baddest mother's son Jackson County's ever seen

At seventeen I stole an Eldorado Cadillac

I drove it straight to I never once looked back

I swore no man would ever lay a hand on me again

Bought me a .45 as a means to that end

Then I painted that town redder than a Jackson fire truck

Who'd of thought one Mississippi coon ass boy would have so such luck

And I made quite the impression on the ladies and the law

I was the baddest mother's son that they ever saw

And let me tell ya, there's some pretty bad boys down in Jackson, son

One ngiht while playin' five card and winnin' me a pile

Off a big ole boy from Texas when I guess I cramped his style

He accused me of cheatin' put a hair upside my head

I drew my .45 and shot that motherfucker dead

Then all Hell broke loose but I put up quite a fight

It took half the state militia to put me in jail that night

So, Mother, when they hang me put a stone above my head

Here lies the baddest mother's son Jackson County ever bred

Baddest mother's son

Jackson County born and bred

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