Bastard Child

G Well momma never was no angel, C Daddy never was no saint G There ain't a pretty childhood picture D these family lines can paint G This ain't no sob story C This ain't no complaint G Hell, I'm proud of who I am D G Proud of what I ain't C Cause I was born a bastard child, G Daddy run off and momma run wild D I got a crooked cowboy smile G I walk a crooked country mile C Coulda done worse, shoulda done better G Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her, D I ain't prince or a pile, G ain't doing bad for a bastard child G I was a fathers only son of a bitch C one the family never claimed G and you can bet I didn't grow up rich D and never really had a last name G I bear the mark of the bastard child C but I wear it with no shame G for any good or bad I've done D G I'll take the credit and the blame C Cause I was born a bastard child, G Daddy run off and momma run wild D I got a crooked cowboy smile G I walk a crooked country mile C Coulda done worse, shoulda done better G Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her, D I ain't prince or a pile, G ain't doing bad for a bastard child Em Well I'm a son of the earth G a real bad seed D All I'll ever be worth G is all I'll ever need C I'm just thankful for my birth D and for my family or else I wouldn't be me C Cause I was born a bastard child, G Daddy run off and momma run wild D I got a crooked cowboy smile G I walk a crooked country mile C Coulda done worse, shoulda done better G Momma woulda tried if the bottle ever let her, D I ain't prince or a pile, G ain't doing bad for a bastard child D I grew up fast, grew up wild, G ain't doing bad for a bastard child