Blood to Dust

I was born in 1977

To hear that Elvis died and went to heaven

My momma worked at nighttime singing cover songs

My daddy was a lawman with the FBI

For cash money, he'd do deals on the side

Mama said he even killed a man once, never even got caught

Well, they fought like hell for several years

Then Ma told Pa, "Disappear"

That's when old Danno came in, he changed my life

I didn't see my real dad again until I was 12 years old

My mom pointed him out in a record store

I walked up and said, "My name's Bobby"

He said, "I'm Bobby too"

He still didn't know just who I was

I told him I was his eldest son

I could see the teardrops welling up in his eyes

He gave me his phone number, and we said goodbye

It was two months later that old Bob died

With a needle in his arm in some hotel room

They say some things in our lives are best forgotten

I say those are things that make us who we are

So be proud of what you got and where you come from

'Cause from blood to dust, you know it ain't very far

Next thing I know, I'm 15 years old

Playing electric guitar and smoking dope

It was then I dedicated my life to rock and roll

I had a drummer, and I had a band

Nobody ever heard of us, it was called Stick Man

We played all-ages shows 'til the cops ran us out of town

We moved to the big town, chasing the dream

We weren't cool enough to make their scene

We just ended up drinking a lot, getting all strung out

Well, Miles moved to Frisco and wound up dead

Carl got clean and shaved his head

Old Mike Fisher went back home, had a bunch of kids

Now me, on the other hand, I had plans of my own

Broken-hearted, sick and alone

I was gonna kill myself, just like my old man

Something happened, I ain't sure what it was

Best I can figure is the Lord up above

'Cause I'm sitting here stone-cold and sober

Singing these fucked-up songs