| 15 Years on the county line
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| Enough to make a man nearly lose his mind
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| Down in Arlington, Virginia where the law make us stay
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| Ball and chain never felt so real
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| Walls of stone fifty bars of steel
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| When the warden gives me pardon darlin' I’ll be coming home your way
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| And I wish you could have seen it when the good Lord spun me round
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| I should have known better than to think they could keep a good man down
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| So please don’t you worry
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| Please don’t you ever come see me
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| Leaving out of Texas for that eastern sunrise
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| Well now, I was in a bad way Lord but not to my surprise
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| Judge in a cornfield tryin' a man
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| They said let him hang in the white desert sand
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| When the warden gives me pardon darlin' I’ll be coming home your way
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| And I wish you could have seen it when the good Lord spun me round
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| I should have known better than to think they could keep a good man down
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| So please don’t you worry
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| Please don’t you ever come see me
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| 15 Years on the county line
|
| Enough to make a man nearly lose his mind
|
| Down in Arlington, Virginia where the law make us stay
|
| Ball and chain never felt so real
|
| Walls of stone fifty bars of steel
|
| When the warden gives me pardon darlin' I’ll be coming home your way
|
| And I wish you could have seen it when the good Lord spun me round
|
| I should have known better than to think they could keep a good man down
|
| So please don’t you worry
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| Please don’t you ever come see me |