Dead on Arrival

We're dead on arrival, but I've been blessed by the Bible

To be born in that East Texas sun

My ma weren't no quitter, though she gave me two sisters

She said, Lord won't you give me a son

Give him a name that his daddy'd be proud of

Grow out his mane like King David's own son

Bled on arrival, but I was blessed by the Bible

To be born in that East Texas sun