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I looked for trouble and I found me some
Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun
I wanna run but I don't think I can
You make one move and you're a dead man, friend
Ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
You stick those handcuffs on behind my back
You'd like me sleeping on a real rail track
Ain't living long in the jailhouse, baby
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
Grew up in Houston off of Wayside Drive
Mom was a cop in some all night dive
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember was a drunk mess
But ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
Y'all boys are sore about the wheel goes 'round
Don't let 'em take you to the land of hell
They got 'em all in the jailhouse, baby
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
Oh, hold on, let me collect myself here
Bring it back to the speed limit, baby
Uh, where was I?
It's kinda like a tighten up right now
Tighten up on the drums, Dennis Duck
And will you tighten up on the bass, Mr. Mark Walton
A little tighten up on the 88's by Chris Kakovas
And over on the slide, alcohol, 3%, 4%, amazing, freakout, content
Would you tighten up on the guitar, Paul B. Cutler
Yeah, and then my mind split open
Now let me tell ya
My girl Angel, she's a roadhouse queen
Make Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee
I wanna love her but I don't know how
I'm at the bottom of the jailhouse now
Ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
Y'all heard the story about the jailhouse rock
Learn how they do it but don't get caught
They got 'em all in the jailhouse, baby
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
I ain't living long like this
I can't live at all like this, can I baby?
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