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Well, I'm goin' to a place where the tough guys go |
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And come out even tougher |
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A place where a man don't show his feelings |
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A place where a man don't cry |
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Well, they say |
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I'm being punished |
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And they say |
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I can be reformed |
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But some day |
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I'll return, did they really think |
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That this time it would work, you knew all along it wouldn't |
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Oh, I'm prison bound |
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I did a crime one too many times |
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It's on the outskirts of town, by the railroad tracks |
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Where the country moon shines |
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Oh, I'm prison bound |
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Tell my girl |
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I'll be back one day |
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Oh, I'm prison bound |
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I may never know any other way |
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Well, they take away my freedom of expression or action |
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Johnny says, "I'll walk the line" |
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With three hots and a cot and a lot of talk |
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With lock-up, concrete, and steel |
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Well, it's cold and it's clammy |
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Man, it's colder than a pimp's heart |
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But I've gotta do my time, there's a lesson to be learned here |
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But what a price to pay, you know, |
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I may never learn |
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Oh, I'm prison bound |
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I did a crime one too many times |
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It's on the outskirts of town, by the railroad tracks |
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Where the country moon shines |
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Oh, I'm prison bound |
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Tell my girl |
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I'll be back one day |
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Oh, I'm prison bound |
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I may never know any other way |