It’s for the blues I sing ole’ boy,
It’s for the blues.
Six string’s outta tune ole’ boy,
Six string’s outta tune.
My momma got locked up Friday
Man, I know her patients be empty soon.
She looked at me and cried ole boy,
She looked at me and cried.
Pistol’s outta bullets ole’ boy
Pistols’s outta bullets.
You better believe something man
Be sure that I’m gunna make em’ pay.
You simply don’t mess with my old earth like that
You don’t mess around with her
and get away.