Momma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone, Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone It was the third of September That day I'll always remember, yes I will 'Cause that was the day,

Soon you will see left with nothing You better aim for my head Into the earth we descend Do not be afraid It's only the break Of all that you laid Watch as they take There is no life at the end of this war At the end of this war eternally

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say

Hard for me to keep decent clothes to wear. Lay awake at night Oh so low Ive been troubled Cant keep a job I'm laid off and having double trouble Hey, Hey, you can make it if you try Baby, that's no lie Living in generations of millionaires Laugh at me