Yeah you know I was born in the bottoms Down by the Devil's Den Yeah I was born in the bottoms Down by the Devil's Den Yes you know I ain't seen my home Whoah yes since the Good Lord knows when You know my Papa was a preacher Poor Mama she was sanctified My Daddy was a preacher Poor Mama she was sanctified But some time I wish I'd a been born dead Daddy said son it's a shame you were born alive I used to run the world over I'd run the world so that my Daddy was mad And Mama she was too But I stopped running when I settled down for a Greedy little girl I'd come to church with too My Daddy wanted to k** me one day and Mama told me: Son you better run, you better run You better run if you ain't got your gun You better run, you better run, son You better run, if you ain't got your gun I said Mama don't you worry I take care of myself 'Cause I wasn't born to run All right . . One more word Mama told me: You better try to make it before the sun rises in the morning I said Mama I'll make it if I can You better try to make it before the sun rise in the morning Mama I'll try to make it now if I can But if my Daddy should catch me with that Old shotgun I'm gonna let him know I done forgot about how he had been my friend