Lletres: Hank Williams III. If You Can't Help Your Own.

I was raised by myself down in Arkansas
My family had some rich folks' but they'd never call
If they wanna be that way well that's fine with me
Cause i ain't got a thing to say to a man filled with greed

Well if you can't even help your own,
Well my friend your gonna be all alone

Well i'm real down to earth,
and i know just how it hurts,
to be in a bind, just tryin to stay alive

Well i can drink and i can cuss
And i can be pretty dog-dawn tuff
I like to stay up all night just to see that big sun rise, and light-up my life

You better keep your eyes on whats goin on
With the government today, cause there doin us wrong
They took the farm away from my poor grandad
And i never will forgive them for doin that

Well if you can't even help your own,
Well my friend your gonna be all alone
Well if you can't even help your own,
Well my friend your gonna be all alone