Patti Smith - For Sam Shepard

the murdered boy 
the murdered boy 
the murdered boy 

Oh I was bad 
didn't do what I should 
mama catch me with a lickin' 
and tell me to be good 
when I was bad twice times 
she pushed me in a hole 
and cut off all my fingers 
and laid them in a finger bowl 

My mother killed me 
my father grieved for me 
my little sister Alma Lee 
wept under the almond tree 

Oh I loved a car 
and when I was feeling sad 
I'd lay down on my daddie's ford 
and I'd start to feel good 
but I got real bad 
robbed hubcaps from the men...