The Running Hounds - Steve, I Know My Rights Lyrics

I know my right
Maybe i'll come down Maybe i won't

I'm gonna tell ya a lil' story
About a man from the South
A man named Steve, the famous Tulsa King
He was born in a shanty
In his hand's a bottle of whisky
He holds his baby as tight as he can

This is the story... Story of Steve
Steve, I know my rights
Steve, I know my rights
Steve, I know my rights

Here's to the girl with the lil' red shoes
She spends all his money
And she drinks all his booze
She lost her cherry
But that's no a freackin' sin
Cause she's still got the box
That the fruit came in

This is the story... Story of Steve
Steve, I know my rights
Steve, I know my rights
Steve, I know my rights