Sippi Sand

[Verse 1]
I was born in the Sippi sand
Papa was a Seabee – Okinawa, Japan
Whoa, back boys we some pavement tramps
Now I'm pushing forty in the Hinterlands
In the Hinterlands
In the Hinterlands

[Verse 2]
Mama fell in love with a hoodoo man
Smooth as the devil, eating out of his hands
Papa came home with a gun and a plan
Shot 'em both down, then he took off in his van
Yeah, off in his van
Oh, off in his van

[Chorus]
There ain't no moral to a story that ain't never told
So practice what you preach unless you wanna end up cold
Just whistling bones on the side of the road

[Verse 3]
Sister took a twister up to OKC
Found her a brother like to smoke them trees
Two for the money and one for the show
Now she's out on the streets pushing homeboy's dope
Yeah, homeboy's dope
Oh, homeboy's dope

[Chorus]
There ain't no moral to a story that ain't never told
(There ain't no moral to a story that ain't been told)
So practice what you preach unless you wanna end up cold
Just whistling bones on the side of the road
Just whistling bones on the side of the road

[Outro]
I was born in the Sippi sand
Papa was a Seabee – Okinawa, Japan
Mama fell in love with a hoodoo man
I was born in the Sippi sand (in the Sippi sand, in the Sippi sand)
I was born in the Sippi sand (in the Sippi sand, in the Sippi sand)
(I was born in the Sippi sand)
(I was born in the Sippi sand)
(I was born in the Sippi sand, sand)
(I was born in the Sippi sand, sand)