The rock of my soul didn't have much luck
He came to town grinnin' on a flat bed truck
The rock of my soul didn't have much charm
With the lack of education on a red dirt farm
And he was fond of disappearing on an eight day drunk
Coming home smelling like a low down skunk
Do like I say
Not like I do
And you might make me proud
Another Houston Kid
On a downhill skid
For crying out loud