Jimmie Van Zant Wildest Branch
Ain't no evil in the shadow of the steeple
Momma used to say
Holy bibles and tent revivals
Kept her on the narrow way
Daddy worked nine-five in a suit and tie
To uphold the family name
Four generations of good reputations
From the cradle to the grave
But every now and then
You know you're gonna get
A bad seed, crazy next of kin
A hell raisin' skirt chasin' rebel that don't fit in
That straight laced DNA didn't make its way to me
I'm the wildest branch on the family tree
When I turned sixteen my daddy freaked
When I bought my first guitar
Next thing you know I was giggin' shows
Underage at the bars
Now I'm outlaw singin', got the girls screamin'
Rollin' from town to town
I drown my roots in ninety proof
I may never settle down
And I know to this day
My poor momma prays
'Cause I'm a bad seed, crazy next of kin
A hell raisin' skirt chasin' rebel that don't fit in
That straight laced DNA didn't make its way to me
I'm the wildest branch on the family tree
I'm a bad seed, a crazy next of kin
A hell raisin' skirt chasin' rebel that don't fit in
That straight laced DNA didn't make its way to me
I'm the wildest branch on the family tree
I'm the wildest branch on the family tree
