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You looked for trouble and you found it son |
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Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun |
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You'd try to run but you don't think you can |
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You make one move and you're dead man, friend |
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I ain't living long like this |
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I can't live at all like this, can I baby |
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He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back |
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Then he left me freezing on a steel rail track |
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They got 'em all in the jailhouse, ain't they baby |
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I ain't living long like this |
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Grew up in Houston off of Wayside drive |
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Son of a car hop in some all night dive |
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Dad drove a stock car to an early death |
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All I remember was a drunk man's breath |
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I ain't living long like this |
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I can't live at all like this can I baby |
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We know the story how the wheel goes round |
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Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown |
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Can't sleep at all in the jailhouse, baby |
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I ain't living long like this |
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You live for angel, she's a roadhouse queen |
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Make Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee |
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You want to love her but you don't know how |
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You're at the bottom of the jailhouse now |
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I ain't living long like this |
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I can't live at all like this, can I baby |
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You know the story 'bout the jailhouse rock |
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Go on and do it, but just don't get caught |
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They got 'em all in the jailhouse, ain't they baby |
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I ain't living long like this |
