well momma never was no angel daddy never was no saint there ain t a pretty childhood picture these family lines can paint this ain t no sob story this ain t no complaint hell i m proud of who i am proud of what i ain t cause i was born a bastard child daddy run off and momma run wild i got a crooked cowboy smile i walk a crooked country mile coulda done worse shoulda done better momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her i ain t prince or a pile ain t doin bad for a bastard child i was a father s only son of a bitch one the family never claimed and you can bet i didn t grow up rich and never really had a last name i bear the mark of the bastard child but i wear it with no shame for any good or bad i ve done i ll take the credit and the blame cause i was born a bastard child daddy run off and momma run wild i got a crooked cowboy smile i walk a crooked country mile i coulda done worse shoulda done better momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her i ain t prince or a pile ain t doin bad for a bastard child well i m the salt of the earth a real bad seed all i ll ever be worth is all i ll ever need i m just thankful for my birth and for my family or else i wouldn t be me  cause i was born a bastard child daddy run off and momma run wild i got a crooked cowboy smile i walk a crooked country mile i coulda done worse shoulda done better momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her i ain t prince or a pile ain t doin bad for a bastard child i grew up fast grew up wild ain t doin bad for a bastard child