Pink Cream 69

Well, your daddy died at 18
While you were on the way
And your mama worked to feed you
She sold 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 boy you're just a beggar
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