Stray Kid
Well, your Daddy died at 18
While you were on the way
And your Mama worked to feed you
She said herself to pay
She left a stray-kid to run
A little stray-kid to run
Hey little stray-kid better run
In the rich man's fire
In the rich man's fire
STRAY-KID you'd better run
STRAY-KID he's got a gun
STRAY-KID you'd better run
You'd better run, better run
Barefoot bay you've just a begger
And if you steal you'll die
Know your brothers and your sisters
Will sell you for a dime
Hey little stray-kid better run
From the rich man's fire
From the rich man's fire
STRAY-KID you'd better run
STRAY-KID he's got a gun
STRAY-KID you'd better run
You'd better run, better run
You saw your friend shot in the back
And the beach slowly tuned to red
The sun went-down and blushed the sky
And the world sunk into blood
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