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Lyricist: Rodney Crowell
Lyrics:
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 ragged 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 Boulevard 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, maybe toe the line East Houston blues, ain't no friend of mine So you understand that of which I speak I'm a worried man on a losing streak
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