Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mac Davis
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mac Davis
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rick Hall
Produzent:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Lucus was a redneck through and through
Drinkin' and fightin' was all the boy knew
Born with a corncob in his mouth
In Tupelo, Mississippi way down south
[Verse 2]
His daddy died drunk with a belly full of rum
His mama died waitin' for a miracle to come
People said
"The boy's born to be a bum"
[Verse 3]
Hangin' around with the rest of the riffraff
Down at the pool hall on Main Street
Wearin' a red bandana and a sweaty old straw hat
Union-All coveralls, dirty bare feet
[Verse 4]
One half stupid and the other half dumb
Born to live and die in a sharecropper's slum
People said
"The boy's born to be a bum"
[Verse 5]
Now who's gonna cry when you die, Lucus?
Who's gonna miss ya when you're gone?
Will it be the black man you call the ****?
The hippie that you beat up just 'cause you was bigger?
Will the riffraff laugh at the epitaph on your tombstone?
Betcha says, "Here lies Lucus, born to be a bum
Died like his daddy with a belly full of rum"
[Verse 6]
Now who's gonna cry when you die, Lucus?
Who's gonna miss you when you're gone?
Will it be the black man you call the ****?
The hippie that you beat up just 'cause you was bigger?
Will the riffraff laugh at the epitaph on your tombstone
I'll betcha it says, "Here lies Lucus, born to be a bum
Died like his daddy with a belly full of rum"
[Verse 7]
Oh, what we gon' do about Lucus?
Written by: Mac Davis
