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Just two years an' seven days, |
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Between me an' legal age. |
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Just one clerk in that liquor store, |
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Between me an' that front door. |
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My coat had deep pockets, |
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An' he prob'bly had a gun. |
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Well, I reckon he was watchin' 'cause he said: "Son, |
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"That'll get you one." |
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"One year pickin' up trash on the highway. |
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"One phone call to hear your Momma's heartbreak. |
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"If you think it's worth it, don't let me stop you, son, |
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"'Cause that'll get you one." |
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She had a beer in her hand, she was comin' on strong, |
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An' I was just this close to takin' her home. |
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Things were lookin' good when we left that bar, |
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Till she stopped an' said: "That's my car." |
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That's when I saw the sticker, |
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That said: "Franklin County High." |
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Well, I didn't even kiss the girl goodbye. |
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'Cause that'll get you five. |
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Five years bustin' up rocks on the chain gang, |
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Poundin' and a bang straight plates in the same sink. |
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Wond'rin' if I'm ever gonna make it out alive. |
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An' those tan breaks might get me thinkin' 'bout a jail break. |
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Askin' my Mom to slip a file in my bun cake: |
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Those bloodhounds'd prob'ly haul me back in: |
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An that's another ten. |
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Boss man climbin' down my back, |
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Won't cut me one inch of slack. |
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'Tween that steel beam an' the ground below, |
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It'd be a nasty fall if the wind should blow. |
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I don't see a witness, an' we're up here awful high. |
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If he should lose his balance, |
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He might not survive. |
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But that'd get you life. |
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Pumpin' that iron with the boys on the cell-block. |
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Tyin' my soap to a rope so it don't drop, |
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An' some ol' boy thinks my biceps look nice. |
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Writin' to the governor an' beggin' for a pardon, |
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Thinkin': "That's how Merle Haggard got started." |
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Swappin' cigarettes for Momma's apple pie. |
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Lookin' through the glass an' talkin' to my lawyer. |
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Memorizing Moby Dick an' Tom Sawyer. |
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Tellin' the parole board: I learned wrong from right: |
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Yeah, that'd get you life. |
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Yeah, that'd get you life. |
