I was the handyman's child
I grew up half hungry, half wild
We are out with the refuses pile in summer breeze, ain't for sniffing
Excuse me for leaving
Home was a shackle in old paint
Quality for cold in Quincy
When you got to live there in hate
I didn't leave home, I was driven
Please, excuse me for leaving
Some people say I'm unruly
Own with a shortage of cue
They try to condemn me unduly
But they can get me down 'cause to tell you the truth
I'm kinda proud of my birth
I'm well aware of my work
Because I am the salt of the earth
So if your heart is unforgiven
If you think I'm no use
I don't need your excuse
When people act half a-lootin'
I half a-lootin' right back
I say if it means you're snowtum
You're just wasting your time as a matter of
I'm kinda proud of my birth
I'm well aware of my world
'Cause I am the salt of the earth
So if your heart is unforgiven
If you think I'm no use
I don't need your excuse
I'll just go right on living
In a greed to be living
Gonna go right on living
Yes, it's great to be living
Truly great to be living
