He was a mighty golden boy
As gold as ever seen
When he stepped up to the podium
You could tell that boy was mean
His arms was made of nickel
His forehead made of wood
An affidavit from the principal says
"This boy just ain't no good"
Ain't no good
He stood before the union
He made a solemn oath
Uphold the purity of his creed
And the others, he would toast
He worked nights at the liquor mart
He drank to pad his pay
When he caught him liftin' 40's
He shot a boy last May
His momma asked why
His lawyer in the courtroom
Made a noble plea
And the judge, he gave him eighteen months
But he was out in three
When asked if he ever felt remorse
While sittin' up in that pen
He said "hell no, you know a thief's a thief
And I'd shoot that fucker again, yes I would"
His momma asked why
His momma asked why
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