Just two years an seven days Between me an legal age Just one clerk in that liquor store Between me an that front door My coat had deep pockets An he probly had a gun Well, I reckon he was watchin Cause he said Son Thatll get you one One year pickin up trash on the highway One phone call to hear your Mommas heart break If you think its worth it, dont let me stop you, son Cause thatll get you one She had a beer in her hand, she was comin on strong An I was just this close to takin her home Things were lookin good when we left that bar Till she stopped an said Thats my car Thats when I saw the sticker That said Franklin County High Well, I didnt even kiss the girl goodbye Cause thatll get you five Five years bustin up rocks on the chain gang Poundin and abangin state plates in Sing Sing Wondrin if Im ever gonna make it out alive You might also likeAn those tan legs might get me thinkin bout a jail break Askin my Mom to slip a file in a Bundt cake Those bloodhoundsll probly haul me back in An thats another ten Boss man climbin down my back Wont cut me one inch of slack Tween that steel beam an the ground below Itd be a nasty fall if the wind should blow I dont see a witness, an were up here awful high If he should lose his balance He might not survive But thatll get you life Pumpin that iron with the boys on the cellblock Tyin my soap to a rope so it dont drop Cause some ol boy thinks my biceps look nice Writin to the governor an beggin for a pardon Thinkin thats how Merle Haggard got started Swappin cigarettes for Mommas apple pie Lookin through the glass an talkin to my lawyer Memorizing Moby Dick an Tom Sawyer Tellin the parole board I learned wrong from right Yeah, thatll get you life Yeah, thatll get you life
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