Johnny Mark was born on the very day his daddy died. One soul in and one soul out for which his momma cried. Johnny’s dad died that night at the wrong end of a gun And no one ever came to know exactly what he had done. But he had done one thing for sure, and that’s fathered himself a child Who would grow to like his odds yey high, and his women wild. Johnny’s momma, though young and dumb, knew what the odds were too She’d heard ‘nuff stories ‘bout other girls with no men to see them through. So if she couldn’t have two, she didn’t want one, and she made up her mind To find another momma for Johnny if they…