tattoos and scars

This is one of the poems I've written about my life.

My body is covered

with tattoos and scars

from chasing wild women

and driving fast cars

drinking my liquer

from old mason jars

wastin my time

in wild country bars



Never gave a damn

what the future might hold

livin the life

of the reckless and bold

no way was I cut

from the average mold

spent more than one night

out in the cold



I've been locked up

and knocked down

been run out of

a small town

I've made the whole world mad

and I've made my mamma frown

She always prayed for me

to put that bottle down



Yeah I know I've been trouble

been known to raise hell

I've woke up my neighbors

with a loud rebel yell

I tried to be good

but they couldn't tell

It must have been hard

since I stayed in a cell