I don’t wanna go to municipal farm,
but I don’t wanna change my ways.
It’s 15 dollars or 15 days
if you’ve got no means to pay.
This is where I always land
when I’d rather be at 5th and Grand
with a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove
hanging around my neck.
I got out of the pen in Kansas
and thought I’d just find my way home,
keep it clean like a straight arrow,
but I’m thirsty to the bone.
I hit the strip with two dollars
back in that open town
where the jukes are full of pretty women.
I was acting like a clown.
I don’t wanna go to municipal farm,
I’m tired of shucking corn
with the heat of the sun and the thunder of the storm
beating on my corpse.
This is where I always land
when the dice drop from my hand
and I’m out picking fights with those big city lights
flowing through my veins.
I don’t wanna wear your shackles.
I just wanna find my way home
where there’s no chores and no warden.
He’s a mean old son of a gun.
I guess I’ll just wait for heaven
‘cause atop those golden stairs
St. Peter’s a-waitin’ with a bottle
with three x’s and a square.
I don’t wanna go to municipal farm,
but I don’t wanna change my ways.
It’s 15 dollars or 15 days
if you’ve got no means to pay.
This is where I always land
when I’d rather be at 5th and Grand
with a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove
hanging around my neck.
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