Rodney Crowell - East Houston Blues lyrics

So I grew up hungry and I grew up hard Took the streets and alleys for my own backyard I've got a break and enter on my list of crimes Been before the judge one too many times East Houston blues, scale of one to ten Bout a nine and a half is where it's always been It's in the drinking water and in the bar ditch mud East Houston blues, gets in a poor boy's blood I learned to drink and drive when I was 12 years old My uncle Fireball Stoddard rest his rugged soul He ran a 54' Ford up and down the drag Sippin' early times straight from a paper bag East Houston blues, picture Dowling Street And Navigation Blvd where the crossroads meet Three sheets in the wind brick shy of a load East Houston blues, down a nowhere road 40 dollar boots, big bangora hat Stolen money from an inside job, maybe think about that I'm a third ward child, my mother's only son Which means exactly nothing without a loaded gun I don't believe in love, this I guarantee If there's a god above, he's got it in for me East Houston blues, what you want me to say I need to find me a woman to keep the wolves at bay Keep my head on straight, make me toe the line East Houston blues, ain't no friend of mine Just so you understand that of which I speak I'm a worried man on a losing streak