Bastard Child - Hellbound Glory

Well momma never was no angel,

Daddy never was no saint

There ain’t a pretty childhood picture

these family lines can paint

This ain’t no sob story

This ain’t no complaint

Hell, I’m proud of who I am

Proud of what I ain’t

Cause I was born a bastard child,

Daddy run off and momma run wild

I got a crooked cowboy smile

I walk a crooked country mile

Coulda done worse, shoulda done better

Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,

I ain’t prince or a pile,

ain’t doing bad for a bastard child

I was a fathers only son of a bitch

one the family never claimed

and you can bet I didn’t grow up rich

and never really had a last name

I bear the mark of the bastard child

but I wear it with no shame

for any good or bad I’ve done

I’ll take the credit and the blame

Cause I was born a bastard child,

Daddy run off and momma run wild

I got a crooked cowboy smile

I walk a crooked country mile

Coulda done worse, shoulda done better

Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,

I ain’t prince or a pile,

ain’t doing bad for a bastard child

Well I’m a son of the earth

a real bad seed

All I’ll ever be worth

is all I’ll ever need

I’m just thankful for my birth

and for my family

or else I wouldn’t be me

Cause I was born a bastard child,

Daddy run off and momma run wild

I got a crooked cowboy smile

I walk a crooked country mile

Coulda done worse, shoulda done better

Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,

I ain’t prince or a pile,

ain’t doing bad for a bastard child

I grew up fast, grew up wild,

ain’t doing bad for a bastard child