I Was Tricked
The cops slapped the cuffs on me and locked me in a cell.
I sold some beer to an under age man and now I'm in jail.
A nineteen year old showed me his license and it looked authentic.
His driver's license said that he was twenty-two but I was tricked.
I thought his ID was real, I didn't know that it was fake.
Now I'll spend two years in jail for just making a mistake.
I don't deserve to be locked up, the police and the D.A. have a lot of nerve.
That man old got off scot free while two years is what I'm being made to serve.
The only thing that happened to the nineteen year old was that they took his license away.
Because of that under age punk, I'm being made to pay.
When I'm released, I won't work at any store that sales beer.
I'm in jail just for making an error, I don't deserve to be here.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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