Holler from the Holler

I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up
First twenty years man, I didn’t say much
Taking all the shit that the poor folks are given
Dodging daddy’s fist and the Jackson County Prison
Can’t cut a bleach stain who am I kidding
I came from the mud where the low lives waller
Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor
Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar
Trying to get by on a high and a dollar
It’s the salt in the sting
It’s the fire in my veins
Hear it when I sing
It’s the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler
Board as a 2x4, fightin’ just for fun
In the middle of nowhere with nowhere to run
Hellbent, broken-soul seeking salvation
Where the preachers all preach from The Book of Revelations
A hundred dollar Chevy was my ticket out
And The Valley of The Shadow always with me no doubt
I came from the mud where the low lives waller
Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor
Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar
Trying to get by on a high and a dollar
It’s the salt in the sting
It’s the fire in my veins
Hear it when I sing
It’s the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler
I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up
I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up
I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up
I came from the mud where the low lives waller
Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor
Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar
Trying to get by on a high and a dollar
It’s the salt in the sting
It’s the fire in my veins
Hear it when I sing
It’s the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler