Your Father And I

The Beautiful South

 It was the middle of winter
 And I drove us in my car
 The snow started falling
 So we stopped off at a bar

 The beer started flowing
 And your mother and I took the floor
 But by the last dance we were tired
 So I booked a room next door

 So if anyone asks you
 If you come from Heaven above
 You're from a one star hotel
 With a five star passionate love

 It was a hot summers day
 And we drove there in our car
 And your father was thirsty
 So we had to find a bar

 Well he wouldn't stop drinking
 And he couldn't stand on his feet
 We had to walk to a hotel
 And book ourselves into a suite

 So if the teacher asks you
 Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
 You're from a one star drunken screw
 In a one star motel
 Yes if the teacher asks you
 Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
 You're from a pitch black toilet
 In a highway Taco Bell

 I'll remember the birth
 For the rest of my time on this land
 You're mother sweating buckets
 And me holding onto her hand

 Well your father was absent
 He claimed he couldn't find the ward
 Just tugging on mescal
 Trying to eat the umbilical cord

 So if anyone asks you
 Do you know where you're from, say yes
 You're from your mother's womb
 And your father's stinking breath
 And if they ask you how you got here
 Tell them just what it took
 Your father's stinking breath
 And your mother's stinking luck

 Your father and I won't tell the whole truth
 Your father and I won't tell the truth