Lyrics:

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