It's Just This Life I'M Living
Well, I woke up this morning
Put my blue jeans on
Drank my morning coffee
Answered the telephone
Had another assignment
Another body had to die
No need to ask what for
It was my trades I go by
My skills are all they wanted
The pay was plenty enough
Just eliminate the problem
Play nice or play rough
My excitement gathered round me
My nerves calmed at last
Got into my vette
Cause that sucker was real fast
Rat’s I cried aloud
The battery was dead
I ranted and I raved
And then I scratched my head
The Volvo had to do
I was running out of time
No problem that I stole it
Just cause it wasn’t mine
The highway I left behind
The morning was almost gone
Then I heard the ring
Of my pink and yellow cell phone
Hello was my only word
Changed plans was all he said
That lucky so and so
Should really be glad
The police stopped and cuffed me
A stolen car I had
They took away my weapons
That was my bad
Serving time in the can
Gonna get out one day
Better find another line of work
Is what the fellows say
Free at last from this prison
I shook the filth off my skin
Headed for the southland
Gotta find me some kin
Well, I woke up this morning
Put my old blue jeans on
Drank my morning java
Answered the telephone
Had another assignment
Another body had to die
No need to ask what for
It was my trades I go by
Love this life I’m living
And the pay that’s flowing in
Yep I’m right back where I started
When I was sent to the pen
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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