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Just two years an' seven days Between me an' legal age Just one clerk in that liquor store Between me an' that front door My coat had deep pockets An' he prob'ly had a gun Well, I reckon he was watchin' 'Cause he said: 'Son 'That'll get you one' 'One year pickin' up trash on the highway 'One phone call to hear your Momma's heart break 'If you think it's worth it, don't let me stop you, son ''Cause that'll get you one' She had a beer in her hand, she was comin' on strong An' I was just this close to takin' her home Things were lookin' good when we left that bar Till she stopped an' said: 'That's my car' That's when I saw the sticker That said: 'Franklin County High' Well, I didn't even kiss the girl goodbye 'Cause that'll get you five Five years bustin' up rocks on the chain gang Poundin' and a-bangin' state plates in Sing Sing Wond'rin' if I'm ever gonna make it out alive
An' those tan legs might get me thinkin' 'bout a jail break Askin' my Mom to slip a file in a Bundt cake Those bloodhounds'll prob'ly haul me back in -- An' that's another ten Boss man climbin' down my back Won't cut me one inch of slack 'Tween that steel beam an' the ground below It'd be a nasty fall if the wind should blow I don't see a witness, an' we're up here awful high If he should lose his balance He might not survive But that'll get you life Pumpin' that iron with the boys on the cell-block Tyin' my soap to a rope so it don't drop 'Cause some ol' boy thinks my biceps look nice Writin' to the governor an' beggin' for a pardon Thinkin' 'that's how Merle Haggard got started' Swappin' cigarettes for Momma's apple pie Lookin' through the glass an' talkin' to my lawyer Memorizing Moby Dick an' Tom Sawyer Tellin' the parole board 'I learned wrong from right'
Yeah, that'll get you life Yeah, that'll get you life
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