The Sit Back
My dear old daddy told me long ago
This ol’ world son you’ll find as you grow
Is full of pranksters and wanksters
Look out for bankers and thieves
So I kept my eyes opened up wide while I drifted off to sleep
Police said, “Son do you know why I woke ya?
This ol’ park here, don’t ya know, is home to gangsters and whores.
Look out for junkies and disease!”
So I rolled my shirt sleeves down real tight and sipped on that ol’ Jim Beam
I ain’t never listened to my daddy
Not a single day in his whole life
And ain’t listen to no law or god
I just sit back and tip back and sit on the ol’ Jim Beam
Judge said, “Boy, what are you doin’ in front of me?
I’m gonna lock ya up, and throw away that key.
Be with those junkies and those thieves
I see it’s where you want to be
And some day if the time is right, maybe you will be set free.”
Preacher man said, “Son, what you dying’ from?”
God damn preacher man, where the hell you been
Don’t you know this whole world’s full of pranksters and wanksters
Is full of bankers and thieves
Is full of gangsters and whores
It’s full of junkies and disease
I ain’t live my life quite right, so I don’t know just where I’ll be
I said I ain’t live my live quite right, so I don’t know just where I’ll be
I ain’t never listen to my daddy, I ain’t never listened to daddy’s wife
And I ain’t listen to no law or god
I just sit back and tip back and sipped on that ol’ Jim Beam
Yeah I just sit back and tip back and sipped on that ol’ Jim Beam