I know love, I know pain Got a little rusty in the rain I've been lost, I've been found I left my mark on my little bitty town Yeah, raise me if you could, baby Raise me a whole lotta hell And if I ever get to heaven I'm gonna have a story to tell, yeah

Don't blame me Hear my story and listen well; Truth is in all that I tell It could never have been me I did not shoot no deputy Mr Grant, the deputy, Friend to my whole family He always tell me when John Brown Was getting ready to come around

(All I ever wanted) All I ever wanted (All I ever needed) (Was a father) I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, So help me GOD I just felt like telling the story of my life Felt like, maybe somebody could be inspired, you know?

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? And when my time is up, have I done enough? (The orphanage) (Will they tell your story?) (Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?) Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Little bitty pretty one Come on and talk-a to me A-lovey dovey dovey one Come sit down on my knee Tell you a story Happened long time ago A-little bitty pretty one

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

Every picture tells a story don't it? Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and

When I pick up on that smell Pick it up and run like hell Little woman save me some Better get up on your run So much more than Charlie's wakin' me To my core and Charlie's shakin' me And tell my story

I remember what my daddy taught me 'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave