Mother was an honest bitch but not honest enough to stand the fight day by day
So she left them behind without a doubt but weeping a months-long time
And then there were two baby boys one year old and his loving father
Father spent most of his days drinking whiskey, beer, and wine
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Sometimes I need a little a bit more time to figure out the shit in the good things that happen to me
Then one night, then one night, with these words he lay down one night and struck into the bitter air
♪
I may be a bad family man, not a father of the model notion
But I love my little baby so that I would share with him every potion, and not of suntan-lotion
♪
Mother was an honest bitch but not honest enough to stand the fight day by day
So she left them behind without a doubt but weeping a months-long time
And then there were two baby boys one year old and his loving father
Father spent most of his days drinking whiskey, beer, and wine
♪
Sometimes I need a little a bit more time to figure out the shit in the good things that happen to me
Then one night, then one night, with these words he lay down one night and struck into the bitter air
♪
I may be a bad family man, not a father of the model notion
But I love my little baby so that I would share with him every potion
I may be a bad family man, not a father of the model notion
But I love my little baby so that I would share with him every potion