Raised on a Red Line

Mama tried to raise me straight. But crooked felt more right. I was burnin'

rubber out the driveway 'fore the porch light hit the night. Got a chip

on my shoulder and a boot print on my sole. Ain't a rule

in this county I ain't dare to break up in a row. Folks say slow

it down but that ain't in my blood. I'm the kind of storm that

don't mind kickin' up a little mud. If I'm trouble, then I'm proud

of it. If there's a line, you know I'll cross it.

Ain't nobody born to color in the lines. I was raised on a red