Keep Us Fed

Momma was an outlaw Daddy was dead Rob them banks trying to keep us fed I've been running all my life Trying to settle and take me a wife Born in Mississippi 'bout 1910 Long time till I see those banks again I was real young when we started to go Ended up down in Mexico 1924 Momma started to run Chased outta town at the point of a shotgun I don't know but I've been told Make a man run you make him get old 1945 I shot my first man Ain't never looked back ever since I don't know much about an honest life Put your a$$ out at the point of a knife 1959 they threw me in the pen Find myself right here again I don't know but I've been told Put a man away you make him get old