There's a story that we like to tell

Down in the back room we know so well

Southside of Austin

Where these blackout monkeys woke-up often

In a dirty saloon

Yes, the room is a mess

When the girls are over thirty and the boys are overdressed

And on the stage played a man they'd call Mr. Orson Brawl

And his band the stool pigeons

They got that speak easy peaking

Now the floorboards are creaking

And the men wanna kill him

Cause their women are peaking only when they call



Mr. Orson Brawl

you had it ah-ah-all

You had it ah-ah-all

Mr. Orson Brawl

you had it ah-ah-all

You had it ah-ah-all



He threw the false prophet down the wishing well

Oh well, yes he threw the false prophet down the wishing well

Oh well, oh well

Now we're talking in dollars and cents

E Pluribus Unum is

From many we've come and from many we went

But that's done son

You got her pregnant



Mr. Orson Brawl

you had it ah-ah-all

You had it ah-ah-all

Mr. Orson Brawl

you had it ah-ah-all

You had it ah-ah-all



He had a daughter

Oh he had a daughter

He has a beautiful baby girl

He had a daughter

He had a daughter

What did he call her

His baby girl

He had a daughter

He had a daughter

Heaven laughing the day she was born

He had a daughter

He had a daughter

He had a daughter and he called her Rock N' Roll



She'd say, Hey big daddy (hey big daddy)

He'd say, Hey there little daughter

She'd say, Hey big daddy (hey big daddy)

He'd say, Hey there little daughter

She'd say,  Hey big daddy (hey big daddy)

He'd say, Hey there little daughter

She'd say, I love you daddy (I love you daddy)

He'd say, I love you rock n roll!



Mr. Orson Brawl

you had it ah-ah-all

You had it ah-ah-all

Mr. Orson Brawl

you had it ah-ah-all

You had it ah-ah-all