I’ve been a junkie for 39 years
I’m glad to be a junkie and alive
Tired of the street’s juke and jive
Hair-ron stole most of my life
I got twelve children by two different wives,
pulled most of my time behind bars.
Nothing can hide these needle mark stars,
or the jailhouse tattoos that map these arms,
Mama, I got done on the Tyrell Work Farm;
Jesus was penned at Caledonia.