I was born, in an eagles nest, atop a hickory tree, at the crossroads, during a full moon, with a guitar in my hands.
The seventh son of a seventh son, from a long line of bad men, drinkers and gamblers, murderers and thieves, liers and cheaters, none of them as bad as me.
I can drink your whiskey, play your deck of cards, stab you in the back, and leave with no regards. I don't cast a shadow, I don't even touch the floor, I hit the ground arunnin', ever since then I've been doin' wrong.
I was born to touch your souls with the notes that fly off my strings, I can see into the future, to edge of saturns rings.
With my johnny cockaroo, and my mojo to, my blackcat bone is gonna mess with you. Austin James 03-09