mixed up with a big city woman in Little Rock I had to spend a week one time in the county jail I had to take a two-day job to get my guitar out of hock
Lee: Bass, Vocals Alex Lifeson: Guitar Neil Peart: Drums Recorded live, July 28, 1980, Phase One Studios, Toronto KIM: been in jail for a thousand
, "go and see the world for myself And my brother should folla' Pops was smooth, from his top to his shoes Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin
By David Allan Coe Well, I've hiked through the sage brush, I ran up some rail I slept on the bench in a few county jails And they laugh as they knocked
words by the bar And drink corn liquor from an old fruit jar That's what it's all about whip this little yo yo Well, he just got out of jail, the boy
hater This is for the ones that's been prayin' I'm 'gon fail They hatin', rather see me back in the cell But I ain't in the jail my nigga' I'm doin'
I'm a Cadillac tramp at the end of his road A swap meet rat who's sittin' on gold, yeah baby I'm a guitar gangster without a tune I'm the baseball bat
' slick talkin' guitar picker Headin' out my back door Now I'm proud to say I ain't never been no violent man But I'd sure be rotting in jail today if
good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left him And stole that boy's brand new car And ran out of town with a guitar
was always writing songs? How many jail songs could Allen write? He ain't never been in jail! The only thing that Allen knows about jail is who to go
took Howard off to jail, wouldn't let me go his bail, They said if he is your friend, buy a lilly for his hand Poor Howard's dead and gone... [ ac.guitar
you're right it ain't nothin' to me [ guitar ] There you are stretched out on the floor buddy just look what you made him do Here they come they're gonna take him off to jail
jail Now life's too short for you to worry me When I find that I can win I'll be checkin' out again Oh baby you don't know my mind today [ guitar ] Been
I had a one night stand with my best friend's baby sister And to this day he still won't speak to me I pawned my grandpa's old guitar in collage For a
flop skipity hop, Back to Fraggle Rock. Mokey took a stick and she banged bars. Red started rockin' till she seen stars. Boober blew a harp like a wild thing. Got myself a guitar
in some honky tonk, sippin' on a beer Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here Because that great fillin' station holdup Cost me two good years (guitar
not in your town to stay and I'll soon be on my way I'm just here to get my baby out of jail (Yes warden I'm just here to get my baby out of jail) I
when I knew that I was in with a chance Records were a playing and she asked for a dance They played I thought I had it made - guitar break - We were