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A Boy Named Phineas

My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Phineas."

Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Isabella would giggle and I'd get red And Buford laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Phineas."

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name.

Well, it was Danville in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a Drink At an old cafe on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Phineas."

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his dark blue eyes. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Phineas!' How do you do! Now your gonna die!!"

Well, I hit him hard on his triangular nose And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the Coffee I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.

And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And ithats why I gave you that weird name that helped to make you strong."

He said: "Now you just fought one heck of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the red headed son-of-a-(buck/Gun) that named you "Phineas.'"

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my Dad, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Drake or Brent! Anything but Phineas! I still hate that name!

- Phineas singing about his name..