Hellbound Glory - "Bastard Child"

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