I was the handyman's child I grew up half hungry, half wild We are out with the refuses pile in summer breeze, ain't for sniffing Excuse me for leaving Home was a shackle in old paint Quality for cold in Quincy When you got to live there in hate I didn't leave home, I was driven Please, excuse me for leaving Some people say I'm unruly Own with a shortage of cue They try to condemn me unduly But they can get me down 'cause to tell you the truth I'm kinda proud of my birth I'm well aware of my work Because I am the salt of the earth So if your heart is unforgiven If you think I'm no use I don't need your excuse ♪ When people act half a-lootin' I half a-lootin' right back I say if it means you're snowtum You're just wasting your time as a matter of I'm kinda proud of my birth I'm well aware of my world 'Cause I am the salt of the earth So if your heart is unforgiven If you think I'm no use I don't need your excuse I'll just go right on living In a greed to be living Gonna go right on living Yes, it's great to be living Truly great to be living