Hillbilly Elegy by Tennessee Wayne

[Intro] I've been thinking about what you told me before, 'Bout how the blood in my veins is rotten to the core. Almost every night I can see your face and hear your voice, Like I'm trapped in a basement with no exit and no choice. But I don't know what to do about it now, With the weight of your ghost hangin' heavy on my brow. I have no... I have no love left to give to the dead. [Chorus] Daddy was a douchebag, Mamma was a hag, They never gave me lovin', dressed me all in rags. Wherever they laid their hats, the very grass turned gray, And when they finally kicked it, it was a beautiful day. [Verse 1] The old man was a turnip, just a big, unwashed root, With a mind like a damp rabbit and a hole in his boot. He handled his business with a lack of moral fiber, A storefront-preachin’ leech and a common moonshine-briber. I don't care for the way he ate his greens or held his glass, He was a blot on the landscape, just a snake in the grass. [Chorus] Yeah, Daddy was a douchebag, Mamma was a hag, They never gave me lovin', dressed me all in rags. Wherever they laid their hats, the well-water went sour, And the world’s a better place since their final, wretched hour. [Verse 2] And Mamma, she was a caution, with the soul of a cold haddock, Locked me in the coal-bin while she finished off the Medoc. She’d swan around the yard like a person of consequence, With the staggerin' ignorance of a backward Pekingese. Her laugh was like a stray dog caught in a barbed-wire fence, A woman whose very presence defied all common sense. Her brain was held together by some twine and sealin' wax, Just a life built on suet and some very crooked facts. [Outro] He looked like a man who lived on cold pudding and spite, Two sour souls fadin' out into the night. Dressed me in rags... Not a lick of lovin'... Just two turnips in the dirt where they belong. Yeah. Get the shovel.