Five years old with a smile on my face
Momma?s in the kitchen, Daddy?s playin? bass
Downtown, downtown
Dad walks in, says, ?Sherri, girl we need to talk
Remember that night with John Boy, well you know I saw it all
And I was scared for the first time
Whoa-oa-oa
One thing led to another, left my mom down on the floor
Dad said, ?Once you had everything, but you chose to be a whore
And so we?re gone to the next town
Oh man, we were gone just like that, yeah
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