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Album: Live At Halden Prison
You ain't as pretty as they say you are
Your tall, grey walls look like hell with bars
I'd rather be out fishin' with my gal and blue eyed son
But that won't do before I've paid for what I've done
It all went wrong at the Road House Bar
There was a guy from out of town that had a cheekbone scar
Tellin' jokes, picking fights, flirting with the gals
I lost my head, I pulled my gun, and bang it rang
I shot him dead and then I threw my gun
Took a hit of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run, but I run a bit slow
The sheriff slapped the cuffs on me in Oslo
Halden prison I can't help but cry
I shot a man, and still I wonder why
I wish I could take back the things I've done
'cause now I'm stuck without my blue eyed son
You ain't as friendly as they say you are
All I want is to make one more call
My mom's old and sick so won't you give me just a few
More minutes to tell her that I'll be prayin' for her flu
They say you're just like a sweet hotel
But all I see is a cold, white cell
Lord, I miss those sunny days, sniffin' the breeze
While my little daughter's climbing branches in the tree
Someday I'll be unlocked and gone
And hold my kids till the break of dawn
Tell them that I'm sorry for things I did wrong
And that I'll be the dad they needed all along
Until that day I'll hold my head up high
And focus on the joy, or else I'm sure I'll die
Halden prison I'm sorry for the harsh words I throw
Doesn't matter that you're new, your still a prison, I know
Halden prison I can't wait to leave
To see the sky, the blue, the green leaves
I wish I could take back the things I've done
'cause now I'm stuck without my blue eyed son
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