Hes twenty one and jealous
Of his shadow outside the fence
Got a bible from his cellmate
Hes searching for a second chance
Hopes that he can make it outside
Before his little girl learns to talk
Hopes he can get it all figured out
Before the judge says that he can walk
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Cause its hot-wired, too tired for being who hes been
Car theft, whats left? He aint ever going back again
He aint ever going back to tie himself to the whipping pole
His American dream like the county line sign that he shot full of holes
And two to four dont seem like much
Until youre stuck in an eight by ten
He felt guilty damn near all his life
Much more now than then
He wrote a letter to Jesus last night
And he nailed it up to the cross
Yeah hes free in his heart but at night in the dark
You know the man, hes still the boss
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And its hot-wired, too tired for being who hes been
Car theft, whats left? He aint ever going back again
He aint ever going back to tie himself to the whipping pole
His American dream like the county line sign that he shot full of holes
He walked through the gate last Thursday
And headed on into town
What did he see but a Cadillac there
With all its windows down
And its broke down, hands bound
And its back to who he was
No change. It seems strange
It aint ever been push to shove
And now hes going back, to tie himself to the whipping pole
His American dream like the county line sign
That he shot full of holes
To his American dream like the county line sign
That he shot full of holes