"THE BASTARD'S SON"
Words and music by Owen Thomas and Jim McCormick.
©2007 Spin The Dradle Publishing, ASCAP/
Warner Chappell Songs, BMI.
-Released on the Trust Incorporated digital box set
Stoppin' On A Dime: Live & Rare 2000-2010, June 1 2010.
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V1.
Well I'm headed down back of the livery
Where the brothers Hill await for me.
We'll smoke a bit, and huff some gas
Then probably kick each others' ass,
'Cause that's an evening with the boys
When you're the bastard son of Jimmy Coy.
I recall once sitting in a little tub
At eight years old while my momma rubbed
The soap out of my hair at night
And told me school would be alright
And I should listen good and try, because
I could be smarter than my daddy was.
CHORUS:
I am the backward child of a son of a bitch,
The afterthought of a five-year itch
And you're stuck with who you are.
I'm a bullet from my old man's gun
And I'm praying I'm the only one.
I'm the bastard's son.
V2.
When I was ten, mom met a jerk.
He would drink, and she would work.
He beat her up for half a year,
And she'd throw him out, but he'd reappear.
I said if he came 'round again
It would be the last you ever heard of him.
Then I fell in love at seventeen
With a girl who dressed like Halloween.
We ran together every night
'Til her father found out who she liked, and said,
"There's no way you're gonna see that boy,
That bastard son of Jimmy Coy."
CHORUS:
I am the backward child of a son of a bitch,
The afterthought of a five-year itch
And you're stuck with who you are.
I'm a bullet from my old man's gun
And I'm praying I'm the only one.
I'm the bastard's son.
V3.
Don't look at me like I am the same
As the other man who bears this name.
He'll lie to you and run away.
He'll cheat and steal most every day,
But I would never set out to destroy.
I am not my daddy Jimmy Coy!
CHORUS:
I am the backward child of a son of a bitch,
The afterthought of a five-year itch
And you're stuck with who you are.
I'm a bullet from my old man's gun
And I'm praying I'm the only one.
I'm the bastard's son.
Well, I've come to grips, and I'm facing facts.
It's been thirty years - you ain't coming back!
It's time for moving on.
I'm finding out what I didn't know.
I could still be something even though
I'm the bastard's son.
