| Well, I’m goin' to a place where the tough guys go And come out even tougher
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| A place where a man don’t show his feelings
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| A place where a man don’t cry
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| Well, they say I’m bein' punished
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| And they say I can be reformed
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| But some day I’ll return
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| Did they really think that
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| This time it would work
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| You knew all along it wouldn’t…
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| CHORUS
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| Oh, I’m prison bound
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| I did a crimme one too many times
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| It’s on the outskirts of town, by the railroad tracks
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| Where the country moon shines
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| Oh, I’m prison bound
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| Tell my girl I’ll be back one day
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| Oh, I’m prison bound
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| I may never know any other way
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| Well, they take away my freedom of expression or action
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| Johnny says I’ll walk the line
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| With three hots and a cot
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| And a lot of talk
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| With lockup, concrete, and steel
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| Well it’s cold and it’s clammy
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| Man, it’s colder than a pimp’s heart
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| But I’ve gotta do my time
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| There’s a lesson to be learned here
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| But what a price to pay
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| You know I may never learn
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| CHORUS |