He was a might golden boy as gold as ever seen But when he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean
His arms was made of nickel, his forehead made of wood An affidavit from the principal says, "This boy just ain't no good"
Ain't no good
He stood before the union, he made a solemn oath Uphold the purity of his creed and the others he would toast He worked nights at the liquor mart; he drank to pad his pay When caught him liftin' 40's, he shot a boy last May
His momma asked why?
I don't know
His lawyer in the courtroom made a noble plea The judge he gave him eighteen months but he was out in three When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen He said "Hell no, ye know a thief's a thief and I'd shoot the that fucker again, yes I would"
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