Prison blues
I should of seen this coming
Our love was to good to be true
You showed your true colors when I got my prison blues
I never got a letter I never got a visit
Your promise was broken from the moment that you said it
I tried to call prepaid but the number had been changed
So I sit in this cell and dwell on the words that you said
Like a broken record in my head
I got these Prison blues when I got my Prison blues
You said you would ride tell you died but that was just a lie.
Copyright © Nathan Workman | Year Posted 2024
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