[Verse 1]
He was a mighty golden boy, as gold as ever seen
When he stepped up to the podium, you could tell that boy was mean

[Verse 2]
His arms was made of nickel, his forehead made of wood
An affidavit from the principal says, "This boy just ain't no good"
Ain't no good

[Verse 3]
He stood before the union, and he made a solemn oath
Uphold the purity of his creed, and the others he would toast
He worked nights at the liquor mart, and he drank to pad his pay
When he caught him liftin' 40's, he shot a boy last May

[Refrain]
His momma asked, "Why?"

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 4]
His lawyer in the courtroom made a noble plea
And the judge had gave him eighteen months, but he was out in three
When asked if he ever felt remorse while sittin' up in that pen
He said, "Hell no, y'know, a thief's a thief, and I'd shoot that fucker again, yes I would"
[Refrain]
His momma asked, "Why?"
His momma asked, "Why?"