by Lucinda Williams

Betty Elders



Lucinda Williams Lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Gurf Morlix Electric and acoustic guitarbackground vocals

Duane Jarvis Electric guitar

Dr. John Ciambotti Bass

Donald Lindley Drums and percussion

Gia Ciambotti Background vocals

Jim lauderdale Background vocals

Dusty Wakeman Background vocals



His mama ran off when he was just a kid

So he never really knew her at all

Just a picture of a girl in a sad blue dress

Hanging beside a cross on the wall

His daddy used to drive those eighteen wheelers

Now he drives the bottle deep into the night

He was always saying son, you're just no good

You'll never do anything right

He never got enough love in all his life

He wasn't brought up right he never got enough love

The screams and the bruises and the broken bottles

These were things he understood

From busted chairs to a broken heart

He got away as soon as he could

When he was just eighteen he got his very own gun

Shot a kid near a liquor store one night

He was all mixed up he never understood why

He was only lookin' to prove his daddy right

He never got enough love in all his life

He wasn't brought up right he never got enough love

He never got enough love in all his life

He wasn't brought up right he never got enough love





From Lucinda Williams