Wipe down the chair Sweep up the hair Still time to get the bank First pay the man Then send what she can To corrections of Alabama State
Clerk takes a look Enough on the books To buy cigarettes and tang Not everybody can afford The prison store So he gives ½ away to his cellmate
Mama's a hairdresser Baby's a life offender Don't tell her about faith Don't tell him about surrender And the crime don't justify the sentencing But the ain't never gonna let that freedom ring
Shake down On the prison ground Any place she could have contraband hid But she knows the drill Shut up and hold still Been coming here since he was just a kid
Don't let go of hands The whole time they stand Pushing dimes in a vending machine A salisbury steak In a microwave
He says Mom, I'm eating like a king Telling old stories Long and boring Over and over again But she doesn't mind The same punchlines Cuz they never get old to him
If you're gonna be in the wrong place at the wrong time Don't be south of that Mason-Dixon line
Roll call the names Of all the inmates The prisoners get inline But they don't dare cry When they wave goodbye Cuz that's the only way to survive
Back in a cell with nothing but a shelf A toilet and a metal tray He kneels at the head Of a broken bed And thanks God for another dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
