Lyrics

Mamma’s in the kitchen

Mamma’s in the kitchen
Cooking up some meth
Grandpaw he’s a working
Riding the wall of death
Sister got Satan on the ouija board
Guess she lost her faith in the Lord

My darling’s gone to Greenville
Make her self a star
Takin’ all her clothes off
In the Blue Moon girllie bar
Cain’t walk on this leg a mine
I ain’t havin, one hell of a time

I went down to the crossroads
Guitar by my side
Thought I’d meet the devil
Might give me a ride
Didn’t even see the law
No one comes past here anymore

I don’t feel like talking
Forgotten how to pray
Everything’s gone crazy
In every kinda way
I don’t wanna see my shrink
Won’t somebody here buy me a drink?

Went down by the railroad
Leanin' on the gate
Feel like playing chicken
With that old Southern freight
Cept they shut the line last year
What’s a man got to do to die round here?

Built myself a coffin
Found myself a plot
By the sewage outfall
And toxic dumping spot
If darlin’ comes with her new slave
I don’t want ‘em dancing on my grave

© Willi Kerr 2007