The Prison Bluegrass Song
Well I was drunk the day I got out of prison
I staggered down to the old corner store
As I walked in I drew my pistol
And I shot the clerk as I walked out the door
Well I made off with forty five dollars
A pack of Marlboro reds and a fifth of whiskey
I ran down by the edge of town
And thats where the sheriff found me and shot me down
They picked me up and drove me to the hospital
Patched my wounds and through me back in jail
Now Ill set here another thirty five years
And when I get out Ill be old as hell
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