I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But im going to tell it again So many other people trying to tell the tale But not one of em knows the end
It was a junk house in South Carolina Held a boy the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy his mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose That Thank god he didn't own a gun
Well Billy woke up in the back of his truck Took a minute to open his eyes He took a peep into the back of the house And found himself a big surprise He didnt see his brother but there was his mother With a red-headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man
Aaaah...
Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up and had to struggle to stand He saw that redneck bastard with a hammer Turn the priest into a shell of a man The priest was putting up the fight of his life But he was old and he was bound to lose The boyfriend hit as hard as he could And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
Well now Billy knew but never actually met The preacher lying there in the room He heard himself say that must be my daddy Then he knew what he was gonna do Billy got up enough courage to get up And grab the first blunt thing he could find It was a cold glass bottle of milk That was delivered every morning at nine.
Aaaah...
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor And he turned around and put the lock on the door He looked straight into the boyfriend eye His mother was a ghost too upset to cry He took a step towards the man on the ground From his mouth trickled out an inaudible sound He heard the boyfriend shout: get out! And Billy said not til I know what this is all about Well this preacher here was attackin your momma But Billy knew that she was caught in the drama So Billy took dead aim at his face Smashed the bottle on the man that left his dad in disgrace The white milk dripped down with the blood And the boyfriend fell dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gaspin' for air Billy shouted daddy why'd you have come back here?! His Mother reached behind the sugar and honey and Pulled out an envelope filled with money Your daddy gave us this she collapsed in tears He's being paying all the bills for years Momma lets but this body underneath the trees Put daddy in the truck and head for Tennessee Just then his little brother came in Holding the milkman's hat and a bottle of gin
Well now heard another side to the story But you wanna know how it ends If you must know the truth about the tale go and ask the milkmanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
