William's Son - Chris Knight

One shot from a lawman’s gun

My father paid for the things he done

Mama got old when she was 31

I was born alone, I’m William’s son

Back and forth to the foster homes

'Til I figured out I was better off alone

I hold my head high when I walk these streets

Get suspicious looks from the people I meet

And I’ll spit in your eye, stand my ground

Just to keep my head from hangin' down

Ain’t gonna hide and I ain’t gonna run

Hell ya’ll know me, I’m William’s son

I know it ain’t right to feel this way

But I’m kinda glad my dad got blown away

I know he grew up hard and he grew up mean

But me and my sister were not to blame

And we’ll spit in your eye and stand our ground

Just to keep our heads from hangin down

We ain’t gonna hide and we ain’t gonna run

Hell ya’ll know me, I’m Wiliam’s son

And I’ll spit in your eye, stand my ground

Just to keep my head from hangin down

Ain’t gonna hide and I ain’t gonna run

Hell ya’ll know me, I’m William’s son

I’m William’s son