Straight Time |
Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife
Walked the clean and narrow just trying to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the rendering factory, it ain't gonna make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes sometimes I can feel the itch
I got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line
I'm sick of doing straight time
My uncle's at the evening table, makes his living running hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill, says "Charlie you best remember who your friends are"
I got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line
I ain't making straight time
Well eight years in, it feels like you're gonna die
But you get used to anything, sooner or later it just becomes your life
The kitchen floor in the evening, tossing my little babies high
Mary's smiling but she watches me out of the corner of her eye
Seems you can't get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me
I got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line
I'm sick of doing straight time
In the basement hunting gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor
Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow and go drifting off into foreign lands
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