La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Just then, his little brother came in

And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
He didn't see his brother but there was his mother

"He's been paying all the bills for years"
With her red headed head in her hands
And put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
If you must know, the truth about the tale
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
That got delivered every morning at nine

And the white milk dripped down with the blood

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
That priest was putting up the fight of his life
That were given to him when he was young
And the boyfriend fell down dead for good

It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
Then he knew what he was gonna do
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos

It was a junk house in South Carolina
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then

But he was old and he was bound to lose
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
Along with his older brother Billy

Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
La, la, la, la, la, la
Trying to choke the man
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
So Billy took dead aim at his face

Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing
Took a minute to open his eyes
And thank God he didn't own a gun

Billy got up enough courage, took it up
Go and ask the milkman
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
Not one of 'em knows the end
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
La, la, la, la, la, la
Billy looked up from the window to the truck
He turned around and put the lock on the door
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"

He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out"
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
He took a peep into the back of the house
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find

And found himself a big surprise
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
He took a step toward the man on the ground
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
The preacher lying there in the room
He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
He saw that red necked bastard with a hammer
Well, now you heard another side to the story

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
But you wanna know how it ends?
And their mother and her boyfriend
Held a boy, the age of ten

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, yeah
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace
So many other people try to tell the tale