Bastard Child

Well momma never was no angel,
 Daddy never was no saint
 There ain't a pretty childhood picture
 these family lines can paint
 This ain't no sob story
 This ain't no complaint
 Hell, I'm proud of who I am
 Proud of what I ain't
 Cause I was born a bastard child,
 Daddy run off and momma run wild
 I got a crooked cowboy smile
 I walk a crooked country mile
 Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
 Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
 I ain't prince or a pile,
 ain't doing bad for a bastard child
 I was a fathers only son of a bitch
 one the family never claimed
 and you can bet I didn't grow up rich
 and never really had a last name
 I bear the mark of the bastard child
 but I wear it with no shame
 for any good or bad I've done
 I'll take the credit and the blame
 Cause I was born a bastard child,
 Daddy run off and momma run wild
 I got a crooked cowboy smile
 I walk a crooked country mile
 Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
 Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
 I ain't prince or a pile,
 ain't doing bad for a bastard child
 Well I'm a son of the earth
 a real bad seed
 All I'll ever be worth
 is all I'll ever need
 I'm just thankful for my birth
 and for my family
 or else I wouldn't be me
 Cause I was born a bastard child,
 Daddy run off and momma run wild
 I got a crooked cowboy smile
 I walk a crooked country mile
 Coulda done worse, shoulda done better
 Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her,
 I ain't prince or a pile,
 ain't doing bad for a bastard child
 I grew up fast, grew up wild,
 ain't doing bad for a bastard child