I was raised on the west side shanty town
I didn't get up until the sun went down
When your back's against the wall, you better get tough
N.C.
I was born in the sweet hot Florida sunshine
Good lookin' women backwoods and moonshine
Learned more about life on the streets than in the school
N.C.
Some folks cheat and some folks lie
But I can judge a man by the look in his eye
Don't hand by Jack and try to call it cola
N.C.
I'm talkin' 'bout mama
Oh sweet mama
Mama was no angel but she taught me right from wrong
She knew every single word and every note of every song
She taught me how to gamble and how to roll the dice
If it makes you feel good do it, don't think twice