Look Out Young Son

Oh, I must be the devil's daughter What a dark father to dwell in me Oh, I must be the devil's daughter Such a dark father to dwell in me Bastard child that I am You can see it in my swagger In the palmist lines of my hands And my lips that bud like daggers Look out young son, look out young son Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin' Look out young son, look out young son Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin' I think I'm on a mission Should I then shield my eyes? From the furtive looks of babes-in-arms And the cries of their poor mothers Look out young son, look out young son Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin' Look out young son, look out young son Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin' My mama never speaks of him Except when she's drunk and desperate Even then it's just a brief retelling Of his rough love and abandonment Blew into town one night and the crowd like waters parted He headed straight toward her And aimed to finish what he started And I think, like him, I have to roam With what each night delivers It's time to make my drive be known Turn lads into believers Look out young son, look out young son Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin' Look out young son, look out young son Look out young son, when I bloom you come a-crawlin' Oh, I must be the devil's daughter What a dark father to dwell in me Oh, I must be the devil's daughter Such a dark father to dwell in me