| Once I got locked up in a dirty old jail
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| And the coffee was cold and the cornbread was stale
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| And I didn’t cry, I tried to be brave
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| Till the warden tried to give me a haircut and a shave
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| Warden you can hold me for a year in your jail
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| But don’t shave off my beard, don’t cut my ponytail
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| All you really found was some stems and some seeds
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| I’ll give you my earring and I’ll give you my beads
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| I don’t mind wearing one of your prison suits
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| I’ll give you my bell-bottoms and my cowboy boots
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| Don’t shave off my beard, don’t cut off my hair
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| It took me two years to grow it, and it just isn’t fair
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| Listen to me warden, won’t you listen to me beg
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| Chop off a toe, a foot, or take a whole leg
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| I’m down on my knees man, you’re robbing my strength
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| Take it easy warden, won’t you leave me some length
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| I want a lawyer warden, I want a priest
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| Oh take it easy warden, leave the moustache at least
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| The warden didn’t hear a single word that I said
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| He took off all the hair on my face and on my head
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| But one day someone’s gonna come
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| And gonna put up my bail
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| And I’m gonna walk out of this dirty old jail
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| And the warden who’s the reason I’m sheddin my tears
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| I’m gonna mail him in a snapshot in two or three years |