Hit and Run
Michael Thomas Kinsella
Your father's a drunk - best do what you've been told, Son
Put your bottles down and run
Don't stop till you can't hear Mama cryin'
Do as I mumble, not as he stumble
Or you'll find yourself kidney deep in my kind of trouble
It was a hit and run
I got away but I have to live each day
with what I've done
You're father was a son once of a bum and a gun and I'm sorry -
a curse I couldn't outrun
It's in your blood
It's in your bones
It's in every indiscretion that your future holds
Do as a mumble, not as I stumble
Or you'll find yourself kidney deep in my kind of trouble
It was a hit and run
I got away but the damage is done
It was a hit and run
I got away but I have to live each day
I'd rather be dead
Please, Lord
Take me instead