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These walls are so paper-thin Not strong enough to keep me in Soon I’ll be out of here at last I’ll be hopping trains and hitching rides Spend my nights in smokey dives I’ll be living life, so damn fast They can’t build a wall Strong enough to keep me in And there ain’t no Hellhound in Georgia Gonna drag me back again When that jailer slammed my cell door shut Something in my mind went off I knew I had to get me out of here The thought of a cold whiskey shot Or a woman’s touch is oh so soft It almost brought me to tears So I sold up all my cigarettes I got some tools and few good men Started diggin a hole into the ground And it wasn’t but a week or more When they opened up my jail cell door And I wasn’t nowhere to be found I remember it like yesterday You could hear those sirens miles away They even put a bounty on my head From Georgia up to Tennessee Now the state police they were looking for me Didn’t matter if I was alive or dead So now I’m living life out on the road Some of these nights so windy and cold But I’d never trade it for where I was And if someday they catch up with me And drag me back in custody I won’t even worry because

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I was in the joint in East Detroit Served a sentence in Dallas, Texas I got locked up all over trying to get through Oklahoma And I ain’t been back there since In the slammer in Alabama And Montana, Savannah, and Atlanta In the penitentiary down Memphis, Tennessee I got a tattoo says “I heart mama” Incarcerated in every state Institutionalized along the way Did I happen to mention that my life of correction Started back in Juvenile detention My rap sheet’s a mile long But it’s not why I sing my song No I came here to say there’s been a terrible mistake ‘Cause I ain’t done nothing wrong I’ve been arrested for possession of just about everything From weapons to wild animals, I’ve got breaking and entering Burglary, disorderly, battery, trespassing These are all just cases of mistaken identity Charges dropped in St Louis, picked back up in Kansas City Paroled in Alabama, Probation in Mississippi I’ve been detained, retained, and contained, and jailed But I never missed a court date, I ain’t never skipped bail I’m just a victim of the system, a victim of circumstance They framed me, set me up, tampered with evidence I ain’t never done nothing wrong, I would swear on my mother Except for maybe that one time… and maybe a couple others I was in the joint in East Detroit Arrested down in Houston, Texas Solitary confinement way up in Rhode Island And I ain’t been back there since In the slammer in Alabama Montana, Savannah, Atlanta, Nevada, Nebraska In the penitentiary down in Jackson, Mississippi I got a tattoo that says “I heart Steve” Incarcerated in every state Institutionalized in every way Did I happen to mention that my life of correction Started back in after school detention Yeah my rap sheet’s a mile long But it’s not why I sing my song No I came here to say there’s been a terrible mistake ‘Cause I ain’t done nothing wrong No I ain’t done nothing wrong

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At a show last Saturday in Nashville, Tennessee / The owner said the turnout was only half what it should be / He didn't ask for anything beyond our guarantee / He just left us twisted in the breeze / Now its seven in the morning / We've been driving all night long / I thought that I might get some sleep before the break of dawn / But I'm still here behind the wheel in the early morning light / Thirteen miles to empty and there's no relief in sight / Well trouble's waiting around the corner nearly every turn / Follow close behind us, you might see our bridges burn / If it weren't for bad luck, we wouldn't have luck at all / Banging our heads up against the wall / Now its seven in the evening / Running late for another show / Gone three hundred miles today / Got sixty more to go / Now I hope that we don't run out of gas / I've got a feeling that we might / Thirteen miles to empty and there's no relief in sight / Riding on four bald tires / And we haven't got a spare / Heading back to town / But we might not make it there / Its awful far to travel when you can't afford the gas / Feels just like we're going nowhere fast / Now its seven in the morning / And we've been driving all night long / I thought I might get some sleep tonight before the break of dawn / But I'm still here behind the wheel in the early morning light / Thirteen miles to empty and there's no relief in sight / Thirteen miles to empty and there's no relief in sight

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Come on, children, have you heard of the greatest ship, the Hindenberg? Carried folks of wealth and fame, but it crashed and burned in a ball of flame. Was on the sign afternoon, folks were drinking tea with a pleasant view. You could hear them talk and laugh beneath a giant ball of explosive gas. The ooh, the wind it beat, a ooh upon that great balloon. The captains lost control, he says we're all doomed on the Hindenberg. Lines were tethered to the ground for to bring that airship down, but something caught and something sparked and the children cried and the dogs barked. Folks below stood and held their breath as their friends above plumeted to their death. The women wept and the men did curse, I've never seen the sun so close to Earth. Ohh the wind it beat, a ooh upon that great balloon. The captains lost control, he says we're all doomed on the Hindenberg. And the people cried from this day forth, we're gonna keep our feet firm upon the Earth. Not into these Hindenbergs, for the lives it cost and the men it burnt. Ooh, the wind it beat, a ooh upon that great balloon. The captains lost control, he says we're all doomed. Ooh, the wind it beat, a ooh upon that great balloon. The captains lost control, he says we're all doomed on the Hindenberg.

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In all I’ve lost, what should I have retained? How am I not much better off this time around? Look at all I’ve done. Look at all that pain! Look at me, o look at everything, o soul of mine. I hear all the voices telling me, “It’ll always be the same.” Crooked ways they push my body through: crooked voices, crooked aim. Shame, shame, shame, tell me your sweet story now and I’ll surely pay the price with my pain, with my pain. Pain, pain, pain, you and my everlasting love are gonna bleed together now, writing my name, writing my name, writing my name. I know you’ve waited so long to walk along the wounded way, to find a secret you can make me stumble on. But I stumble so well, I can make it look like dancing, always leaving things to chance and no one else. Well that’s the dream we’re dreaming in our heads, it’s so dense, and it’s so strange. But that’s the way our bleeding wounds do heal. We’ll come out perfect through the pain. Shame, shame, shame, tell me your sweet story now and I’ll surely pay the price with my pain, with my pain. Pain, pain, pain, you and my everlasting love are gonna bleed together now, writing my name, writing my name, writing my name. O Holy Ghost, I tried to teach you right and wrong. Tried to keep you in a stack of books and lies. But now I see what I now see: see you looking through my eyes at everything, have a look around. Heaven and the stars all tumbled down, learned to die, then I arose. Beauty in a dream that looks like me lives within me — I’m her clothes. Shame, shame, shame, tell me your sweet story now and I’ll surely pay the price with my pain, with my pain. Pain, pain, pain, you and my everlasting love are gonna bleed together now, writing my name, writing my name, writing my name.