Junior

My name had been buried before I was carried
Mishandled by a heathen in the big-block print news
He left me with mama who told me to reject
Those deep down desires to fill in his shoes

I promised I'd stay far from things deemed immoral
But John Wayne ain't complaining
Bout what's right or wrong
A man ain't worth his weight if he can't relate
To those drinking, homewrecking honkytonk songs

Mama would go crazy
If she smelled that smoke on my clothes
Straight lines all turn hazy
When the sheep strays from the fold
So I'll stay real still till the sun goes down
And the world keeps spinning
Round and round
Where I go down
Nobody knows

She loathed him so much she married another
In our town you could pick them right off of the shelf
He told me he wished that I had a brother
So he'd have a son and laughed to himself

Well sometimes a young man
Needs to see what he's made of
So I showed up and showed out and showed off my grit
Well imagine the look of surprise in the wide eyes
Of a cologne covered cowboy that misjudged a kid

Mama would go crazy
If she smelled that smoke on my clothes
Straight lines all turn hazy
When the sheep strays from the fold
So I'll stay real still till the sun goes down
And the world keeps spinning
Round and round
Where I go down
Nobody knows

They'll be looking for a man double my size
Probably a history of violence and spider tattoos
In the morning I'll go dump off this .38 pistol
And go back to cleaning those First Baptist pews

As for me and the night, we both been pouring
So I'll park this old pickup and lay down in the back
And I'll sing right along to that old country station
Til all I smell is the cold cold air
And that dead man's Stetson Black

Mama would go crazy
If she smelled that smoke on my clothes
Straight lines all turn hazy
When the sheep strays from the fold
So I'll stay real still til the sun goes down
And the world keeps spinning
Round and round
Where I go down
Nobody knows