Grand daddy was Irish-Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half his life in a Montgomery County jail

Grandma she got drunk and left
All her kids on her mama's front steps
No body has heard from her since she high tailed

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I come from a long line of losers
And bi-laws and boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I'm part-hippy, little red neck
I'm always a suspect
My bloodline made me who I am

Now daddy never finished school
But he shot one way in a game of pool
Took a bullet for stealing cars down in Birmingham

Mama always went to church
But we soon find out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with a preacher man

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I come from a long line of losers
Oh yeah...
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