An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me Don't want me here no more
She said, "Stop your pissin', moanin' and groanin' Or sleep outside with them dogs" Now honey, let me please explain 'Cause I didn't mean you no wrong
I didn't mean to hurt you, baby I wouldn't do that to you She said, "Bite your lip, now, sweet child You're the bastard son of a thousand blues"
Well, my daddy was gone by the day I was born And my mama I have never seen I was born in the back of a black Cadillac And raised by a Gypsy queen
And as a child I was hell gone wild Raised in the eye of a storm By the time I was ten, I was doing time again 'Cause I knew what that gun was for
Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, don't know what I'm gonna do Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, tell me mama, what am I gonna do?
Ladies have come and ladies have gone But there's one I remember quite well Years have gone past but her memory lasts But the stories I cannot tell
Well, I've lived and I've lied And I've loved and I've tried To put my soul to good use
Guess I'm shit out of luck 'Cause that name, it just stuck I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues, dig
Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, don't know what I'm gonna do Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, tell me, what am I gonna do?
Oh no no, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues Oh no no, I don't know, what am I gonna do? Oh no no, b-b-bastard's, bastard's son, bastard son, baby Oh no no, I don't know what I'm gonna do
Oh no no, I'm the bastard, bastard, bad, bad (?) I'm the bastard, I'm the bastard son of a thousand blues
An' I'm knockin' on her door She said she's tired of me
