Lyrics:

Well, I was born in Bossier Parish, in Northern Louisian'
Just a few miles south of Fillmore, where my daddy owned some land
And we were thick as a pair of thieves, my buddy, Jack and me
Drinkin' beer and playin' football, fishin' on them creeks

Oh, but now my life it seems like some old country song, you know
Lord, I just turned 21, and there's no chance of parole
And I'm doin' life for murder, in this penitentiary
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of being free

We graduated high school, back in '98
We tried to live a clean life, but the clean life didn't pay
Then a friend of a friend of a friend of ours, had a way to make ends meet
And he gave us a crash course, in southern chemistry

Oh, but now my life it seems like some old country song you know
Lord, I just turned 21, and there's no chance of parole
And I'm doin' life for murder, in this penitentiary
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein' free

And then one day it happened, and the wild men got the call
And Jackie he'd been talkin', with the local law
They stuck him nearly fifty times and dumped him in the creek
When the sheriff's found the body, they pointed their bloody hands at me
And I got a tattoo on my shoulder, I got a number on my chest
Tattoo just says 'Haughton', that's the place I love the best, yeah