Buster Boy (Walk Tall)

I was born on a tear
With the fight in my eyes
I came out swinging like a hepcat on the stage
And they said to mother
This one is Trouble's younger brother
You'd better heed me now and wean his wicked ways

So some butcher quack
Crept up to my crib
And as I slept he pulled a knife on me
And he left me bald
And crying out loud
To wonder why they did this thing to me

When you're walkin' down the street, walk tall Buster Boy
Feel the beat beneath your feet, walk tall Buster Boy!
Some day the world will love you, and see you like I do
'Til then, you gotta walk tall, Buster Boy, walk tall

And as I made my escape
I told them not to take it hard
It's not their fault; I just got bored of being bored
And I saw the fruits of Eden
Go from green to ripe to rotten
I saw that it was time to take my leave

When you're walkin' down the street, walk tall Buster Boy
Feel the beat beneath your feet, walk tall Buster Boy!
Some day the world will love you and see you like I do
'Til then, you gotta walk tall, Buster Boy, walk tall

And now everywhere I go
As I travel through this world
From London town to the streets of old Hanoi
In the wayward eyes of brothers
On the crossroads and the corners
I see the face of my friend Buster Boy

And I say
When you're walkin' down the street, walk tall Buster Boy
Feel the beat beneath your feet, walk tall Buster Boy!
Some day the world will love you and see you like I do
'Til then, you gotta walk tall, Buster Boy, walk tall