Karaoké Killers The Red Clay Strays

I was born on a sidewalk in a city I don't know

In sixty-five I took arms and got on a boat

They told me to shoot at wherever I saw smoke

I could not stop laughin'

Lord it seemed like a joke

Oh ho

Ho ho

In seventy-five at twenty-five

I had me a son and he died when he was young because of my gun

Left out in the open in case I had to run

I could not believe it

Neither did anyone

Ho ho

Ho ho

They found me in Shreveport

Just me and my knife

They cleaned off my blood and they sent me to life

For thirty years I lay awake in the night

Thinkin' 'bout the jungle and blood and the fight

Oh fight

Then in two thousand five

I's let out on the street

A young fifty-five and now that's where I sleep

I do my best workin' with a cup and a sign

Askin' folks please spare some change or some time

Or some time

Ho some time

Yesterday a young man came and stood at my feet

He asked me what I wanted

I said Somethin' to eat

He said Killers with guns they belong on the street

I thought about that and I laughed 'till I cried

That's the best damn joke

I'd heard in a long time

A very long time

Well a very long time

Time, time

A very long time

Lord a very long time

A very long time

A very long time