East Houston Blues

So I grew up hungry and I grew up hard
Took the streets and alleys for my own backyard
I’ve got a break and enter on my list of crimes
Been before the judge one too many times
East Houston blues, scale of one to ten
Bout a nine and a half is where it’s always been
It’s in the drinking water and in the bar ditch mud
East Houston blues, gets in a poor boy’s blood
I learned to drink and drive when I was 12 years old
My uncle Fireball Stoddard rest his rugged soul
He ran a 54' Ford up and down the drag
Sippin' early times straight from a paper bag
East Houston blues, picture Dowling Street
And Navigation Blvd where the crossroads meet
Three sheets in the wind brick shy of a load
East Houston blues, down a nowhere road
40 dollar boots, big bangora hat
Stolen money from an inside job, maybe think about that
I’m a third ward child, my mother’s only son
Which means exactly nothing without a loaded gun
I don’t believe in love, this I guarantee
If there’s a god above, he’s got it in for me
East Houston blues, what you want me to say
I need to find me a woman to keep the wolves at bay
Keep my head on straight, make me toe the line
East Houston blues, ain’t no friend of mine
Just so you understand that of which I speak
I’m a worried man on a losing streak