Intro: He spends all his weeks in the bread line He spends all his weekends in jail Hm He spends all his money on dead ends And always has something for sale He doesn’t know how to do different He lives with his head in the sand Playing his role Stuck on the dole The son of a landless man No one never called him ambitious He never pretended to be Hm He bummed around the pool halls to kill time When he dropped out of school at sixteen It was there that he met his ex-wife It should have ended before it began She batted her eye lids and had a few kids With the son of a landless man With the son of a landless man Now the wife and the kids are gone now He don’t have a clue where they are Hm As one night he pulled out a rifle In an argument he took too far Now someone says he cant see them It’ll be a long time before he can His three little girls, all giggles and curls and the son of a landless man Another son of a landless man