Grand Ole Party Look Out Young Son
I must be the devil's daughter
What a dark father to dwell in me
I must be the devil's daughter
Such a dark father to dwell in me
Bastard child that I am
You can see it in my swagger
In the palmist's lines of my hands
And my lips that bite like daggers
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
And I think I'm on a mission
Should I then shield my eyes
From the furtive looks of babes-in-arms
And the cries of their poor mothers
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
And my mama never speaks of him
Except when she's drunk and desperate
And even then it's just a brief retelling
Of his rough love and abandonment
Went into town one night
And the crowd like waters parted
He headed straight toward her
And aimed to finish what he started
And I think, like him, I have to roam
With what each night delivers
It's time to make my drive be known:
Turn lads into believers
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
Look out young son
Look out young son
Look out young son
When I bloom you come a-crawlin'
I must be the devil's daughter
What a dark father to dwell in me
I must be the devil's daughter
Such a dark father to dwell in me
