I was raised in a town in Oklahoma
I was crazy from the age of five
my Pa got busted in a drunken rage
and my Ma went with some other guy
I got kicked around from school through probation
for stealing some guy's Ford
but now I'm back I don't need rehabilitation
I'm rotten to the core
I'm bad I tell ya, I'm mean you believe it
I'll take you for every last dime
I'm so shook up religion won't come near me
and the devil is a friend of mine
I hit some joint in Elkhart, Indiana
there were some heavies on the door
their first mistake was letting me in
I guess they never met me before
I had some rye and a chick caught my eye
and started flirting with me on the floor
the band played on singing Ole Hank Williams
when the barman called his wife a whore
He pulled her from me and I just had to hit him
then a bottle came down on my head
the heavies moved in and I pulled a knife
and soon one of them was laying dead
People started screaming and running and leaving
when the law came through the door
I got shot in the arm and the leg
now I'm waiting for the Devil once more.
Charles M. Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-and-mean/
