South Kentucky Blues

They almost killed me in Temple Hill
And cancer took my mom in Louisville
Some die young; fate and nature hold the gun
And others get to live
Why, I don’t know

They’ve locked me up in Bowling Green and Glasgow
And for good measure, down on the Bayou

It ain’t no fun in cuffs and shackles, son:
Locked up with some assholes that you don’t know

I learned to love and laugh and hurt in Nobob
And I’ve cried there more times than I’ve got socks

I don’t mind, ‘cause through the sands of time
The ups and downs is everything that we’ve got

Now, looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing
Except maybe all the times that I’ve been mean

Life’s hard enough, without jerks and such
So won’t you all come down and join the family