Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wife Walked the clean and narrow Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive Got a job at the rendering plant, 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 doin' straight time
My uncle's at the evenin' table, makes his living runnin' hot cars Slips me a hundred dollar bill says "Charlie you best remember who your friends are" Got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line I ain't makin' straight time
Eight years in it feels like you're gonna die But you get used to anything Sooner or later it just becomes you life
Kitchen floor in the evening tossin' my little babies high Mary's smiling but she's watching 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 Got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time
In the basement, huntin' 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 driftin' off into foreign landsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
