Oh why, oh why do you do that, my son?
Oh why do you drink, and why do you run?
Oh why do you smoke, and snort up that coke,
Oh why do you do that, my son?
Why do you run with that kind of women,
Why do you live like life is a fight?
Where is your head, oh, where is your mind,
Why can't you do just one thing that's right?
Can't you just find one woman who loves you
And not look for the ones who just use you
Can't you find some friends who work for a livin'
And get rid of the ones who just use you?
Could you do something to please your old daddy
Could you do something to make him proud?
Would you do something like find a job somewhere
Would you stop runnin' with that wild fast crowd?
'Cause they'll use you and use you and use you
Until you're used up and washed up and dead
I don't want to bury you, I don't want to lose you
And die you will if your life's not corrected
How do I know so much, why should I be your guide?
Why should you listen to me, you're so young and so strong?
How do I know you so well, what goes on inside?
I wish I would've had someone to keep me from goin' wrong.
For I've been down that road, I've lived that rough life
I lived it, and I survived it, but only by chance
For I found a good woman and made her my wife
I found love, and self-respect, and forever romance.