Your father's a drunk, best do what you've been told, son
Put your bottles down and run
Don't stop 'til you can't hear mama crying

Do as I mumble, not as I stumble
Or you'll find yourself kidney deep in my kind of trouble
It was a hit-and-run
And I got away, but I have to live each day
With what I've done

Your father was a son once
Of a bum and a gun and I'm sorry
A curse I couldn't outrun

Well, it's in your blood
And it's in your bones
It's in every indiscretion
That your future holds

Do as I mumble, not as I stumble
Or you'll find yourself kidney deep in my kind of trouble
It was a hit-and-run
And I got away, but the damage is done
It was a hit-and-run
And I got away, but I have to live each day

I'd rather be dead
Please, Lord
Take me instead