Hillbilly Cajun Canuck

Dedicated to Too Many Dead People

Hillbilly Cajun Canuck
To me they all got that
Same kind of look

Work hard to pay your way
When you're done
Then it is time to play

Many did time with Uncle Sam
In order to feel right
You got to serve the land

Hillbilly Cajun Canuck
To me they all got that
Same kind of look

If you fight
Get hurt
Don't give a damm
Sometimes you just
Gotta throw hands

Never minded
Paying my own way
Got that job
Intended to stay
I gave you my back
You gave me the wave

Left in the city
Factory gone
Ain't educated but
I am young and I am strong
Easy to see
The Man did me wrong

Hillbilly Cajun Canuck
To me they all got that
Same kind of look

What to do with my time
Maybe I will cop a dime
Pick up a pint and few beers
All I got to kill
Is years

That pint turns into a quart
Lost my crib
No place to squat
Now on probation and parole
On some kind of devil roll

Doctor gave me oxy for
Factory back
The odds against me
They are stacked
The needle and the damage done
In a coffin
I am laying flat

Hillbilly Cajun Canuck
To me they all got that
Same kind of look