Grand Daddy was Irish Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half his life in the Montgomery County Jail
Grandma she got drunk and left
All her kids on her momma’s front steps
Nobody’s heard from her since she hightailed
I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I’m part hippie, a little redneck
I’m always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am
Daddy never finished school
But he shot one mean game of pool
Took a bullet for stealing cars down in Birmingham
Momma always went to church
But we soon found out what her reasons were
She got caught at the local motel with a preacher man
I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I’m part hippie, a little redneck
I’m always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am
I come from a long line of losers
Half outlaw, half boozers
I was born with a shot glass in my hand
I’m part hippie, a little redneck
I’m always a suspect
My blood line made me who I am
I come from a long line of losers. Oh Yeah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
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Lyrics submitted by Autum.