A Boy Named Rigel

My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to Ma and me

Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

Sometimes I said: "My name is 'Rigel!' how do you do?! Now you gonna die!"

This world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
You'd have to get tough or die
That name helped to make you strong.

You've just fought one hell of a fight
But ya ought to thank me,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Rigel! I no longer hate that name!