well it s four o clock in the morning and i m knocking on your door she says she s tired of me don t want me here no more she said stop your pissin and moanin and groanin go sleep outside with them dogs now honey let me please explain cause i didn t mean you no wrong i didn t mean to hurt you baby wouldn t do that to you she said bite your lip now sweet child you re the bastard son of a thousand blues well my daddy was gone by the day i was born and my mama i have never seen i was born in the back of a black cadillac and raised by a gypsy queen and as a child i was hell gone wild raised in the eye of a storm by the time i was ten i was doing time again cause i knew what that gun was for chorus no no no i m the bastard son of a thousand blues no no no don t know what i m going to do no no no i m the bastard son of a thousand blues no no no tell me mama what i m going to do ladies have come and ladies have gone but there s one i remember quite well years have gone past but her memory lasts but the story i cannot tell well i ve lived and i ve lied and i ve loved and i ve tried to put my soul to good use guess i m shit out of luck cause that name it just stuck i m the bastard son of a thousand blues dig chorus out