| I looked for trouble and I found it son,
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| Straight down the barrel of a lawman’s gun.
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| I’d try to run but I don’t think I can,
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| You make one move and you’re a dead man, friend.
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| Ain’t livin' long like this,
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| Can’t live at all like this, can I baby?
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| He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back,
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| Then left me freezin' on a steel rail rack.
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| Can’t sleep at all in the jailhouse baby,
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| Ain’t livin' long like this.
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| Grew up in Houston on the wayside drive,
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| Son of a car hop in some all nite dive.
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| Dad drove a stock car to an early death,
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| All I remember was a drunk man’s breathe.
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| Ain’t livin' long like this,
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| Can’t live at all like this, can I baby?
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| We know the story how the wheel goes 'round,
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| Don’t let 'em take you to the man downtown,
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| They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
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| Ain’t livin' long like this,
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| Can’t live at all like this, can I baby? |
| Ah take it!
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| I live for Angel, she’s a road house queen,
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| Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee.
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| I want to love her but I don’t know how,
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| I’m at the bottom of a jailhouse now.
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| Ain’t livin' long like this,
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| Can’t live at all like this, can I baby?
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| You know the story 'bout the jailhouse rock,
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| Go on and do it, but just don’t get caught.
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| They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby.
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| Oh, ain’t livin' long like this.
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| Oh no! |