I was born the black sheep of my clan.
Got very familiar with by Daddy’s ole right hand
But I ran away to see what trouble I could cause.
Got drunk a lot and didn’t obey the laws
Well, I was raised right, but I always did wrong.
Felt like I was trying to sing someone else’s song
People say we all got a little good inside.
Maybe my good likes to hide. Deep inside
I went to jail at the age of 25.
I Stabbed a man, he’s lucky he’s still alive.
The more I sat and I thought inside my cell.
The more I figured I’d soon end up in hell.
But they let me out on a technicality .
Gave me my belongings and they set me free.
When I got out you’d think I’d pray and sob.
Instead I grabbed my knife and I went to finish the job.
Well, I was raised right, but I always did wrong.
Felt like I was trying to sing someone else’s song
People say we all got a little good inside.
Maybe my good likes to hide. Deep inside
Now I’m on the run, trying to catch me for my crimes.
Given them the slip about a hundred times
It’s in my blood, although some would say it’s sad.
But the lord made some of us good and he made some of us Bad…
Well, I was raised right, but I always did wrong.
Felt like I was trying to sing someone else’s song
People say we all got a little good inside.
Maybe my good likes to hide.
Maybe my good likes to hide.
Maybe my good likes to hide.
Maybe my good likes to hide.

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