Daddy cut hair by day, sang on stage at night. Good solid man in the bright sunlight, Creek bank laughter, fairground rides Days at the park and playground slides But when whiskey turned him, Mama paid the price when he switched Yeah, I’m the son of a son of a bitch. That Country belt buckle sent us runnin’ He never hit us boys, ‘less we had it comin’ At 6 foot 4 Daddy grew in the limelight But it came with the liquor In the shadow of shine My 5 foot Mama bore the trigger Yeah, I’m the son of a son of a bitch. I’m the son of a son of a bitch, Born with a scratch I can’t itch. Whether you’re poor or you’re rich, It’s not impossible to switch. And never give rise to another Son of a son of a bitch. The 4 boys grew slow, but we grew strong. Saw bruises and blood for far too long. We drew straws one night, I volunteered Snuck out a window, cops appeared Mama said son, “I love this man” Until one night he raised his hand We just looked at each other, Jumped him hard, grabbed his legs grabbed his arms Held him down, Until he cried And then left town I’m the son of a son of a bitch, Born with a scratch I can’t itch. Whether you’re poor or you’re rich, It’s not impossible to switch. And never give rise to another Son of a son of a bitch. The brothers grew up, and a little girl. We did our best to calm our worlds Had our own kids, as old wounds heal. Who’s to blame when love feels so real? But we never raised a hand, never made that switch So ended the line of the sons of a son of a bitch. So ended the line of the sons of a son of a bitch.
