East Houston Blues

So I grew up hungry and I grew up hard
 Took the streets and alleys for my own backyard
 I've got a break and enter on my list of crimes
 Been before the judge one too many times
 East Houston blues, scale of one to ten
 'Bout a nine and a half is where it's always been
 It's in the drinking water and in the bar ditch mud
 East Houston blues, gets in a poor boy's blood
 I learned to drink and drive when I was 12 years old
 My uncle Fireball Stoddard rest his ragged soul
 He ran a 54' Ford up and down the drag
 Sippin' early times straight from a paper bag
 East Houston blues, picture Dowling Street
 And Navigation Boulevard where the crossroads meet
 Three sheets in the wind, brick shy of a load
 East Houston blues, down a nowhere road
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 40 dollar boots, big bangora hat
 Stolen money from an inside job, maybe think about that
 I'm a third ward child, my mother's only son
 Which means exactly nothing without a loaded gun
 I don't believe in love, this I guarantee
 If there's a God above, he's got it in for me
 East Houston blues, what you want me to say?
 I need to find me a woman to keep the wolves at bay
 Keep my head on straight, maybe toe the line
 East Houston blues, ain't no friend of mine
 So you understand that of which I speak
 I'm a worried man on a losing streak