I’m not sure if
there’s a point to this story
But I’m going to tell it again
So many other people
try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end
It was a junk-house
in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And their mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser
with some blue tattoos
That were given to him
when he was young
And a drunk temper
that was easy to lose
And thank God he didn’t own a gun
Well, Billy woke up
in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into
the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn’t see his brother,
but there was his mother
With her red-headed
head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his
gloves wrapped
around an old priest
Trying to choke the man
Billy looked up
from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to
struggle to stand
He saw that rednecked bastard
with a hammer
Turn the priest into a
shell of a man
The priest was putting up the
fight of his life
But he was old and
he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit
as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right
down to his shoes
Well, now Billy knew
but never actually met
The preacher lying
there in the room
He heard himself say,
That must be my daddy
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage,
took it up
And grabbed the first blunt
thing he could find
It was a cold,
glass bottle of milk
That got delivered
every morning at nine
Billy broke in and saw the blood
on the floor, and
He turned around and put the
lock on the door
He looked dead into the
boyfriend’s eye
His mother was a ghost,
too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward
the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a
little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout,
Get out
And Billy said,
Not `til I know what this is all
about
Well, this preacher here was
attacking your mama
But Billy knew just
who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the
man who left his dad in
disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with
the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who
was gasping for air
And Billy shouted,
Daddy, why’d you have to
come back here
His mama reached behind the
sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope
filled with money
Your daddy gave us this,
she collapsed in tears
He’s been paying all the
bills for years
Mama, let’s put this body
underneath the trees
and put Daddy in the truck and
head to Tennessee
Just then, his little
brother came in
Holding the milkman’s hat
and a bottle of gin, singing
Well now you heard
another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends
If you must know
the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman