I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa And we kept my little brother in a jar I ain't got no moonshine, I ain't got no wife Oh Lord help me, rebuild my life Since I was a young boy, traveled far from home Oh Lord don't let me die on my own I ended up in prison, down in Tennessee There were 14 bad dudes, in the cell with me I felt so dirty, I felt like a pig Got raped in the showers by Mr Big Now my life's nearly over, it's been a pain And my eyes are getting bad, I didn't see that train As I lay here dying, I hear coyote hoots But it's two drunk Indians stealing my boots