The Beautiful South Lyrics of the Your Father And I track

(HeatonRotheray)


It was the middle of winter


And I drove us in my car


The snow started falling


So we stopped off at a bar





The beer started flowing


And your mother and I took the floor


But by the last dance we were tired


So I booked a room next door





So if anyone asks you


If you come from Heaven above


You're from a one star hotel


With a five star passionate love





It was a hot summers day


And we drove there in our car


And your father was thirsty


So we had to find a bar





Well he couldn't stop drinking


And he couldn't stand on his feet


We had to walk to a hotel


And book ourselves into a suite





So if the teacher asks you


Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell


You're from a one star drunken screw


In a one star motel


Yes if the teacher asks you


Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell


You're from a pitch black toilet


In a highway Taco Bell





I'll remember the birth


For the rest of my time on this land


You're mother sweating buckets


And me holding onto her hand





Well your father was absent


He claimed he couldn't find the ward


Just tugging on mescal


Trying to eat the umbilical cord





So if anyone asks you


Do you know where you're from, say yes


You're from your mother's womb


And your father's stinking breath


And if they ask you how you got here


Tell them just what it took


Your father's stinking breath


And your mother's stinking luck





Your father and I won't tell the whole truth


Your father and I won't tell the truth