| Lyrics: | There's a small jail in Georgia you all know,
Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't
show.
Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand,
You can hear the hound dog
howling out the land.
Chorus:
It ain't the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the
price you pay.
I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry,
Four walls, steel
bars, I've been watching passersby,
I've been sitting here so long I'm starting to cry,
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The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die.
Chorus:
It ain't the way I wanted
it.
But Lord that's the price you pay.
Oh, honk on it, boy,
A little jail cell
blues here.
LEAD BREAK
I shot a man in Macon over a poker game,
I killed another
in Atlanta just to build my fame,
Well, now I hear the hammers they're pounding out my
name.
It ain't the way I wanted it.
But that's the price you pay.
It ain't
the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the price you pay.
Hey jailer, how about that water
my throat's still dry,
Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby,
I've been
sitting here so damn long I'm starting to cry,
The hangman's coming I'm surely going to
die.
It ain't the way I wanted it.
But Lord that's the price you pay,
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(REPEAT),
It ain't the way I wanted it,
But Lord that's the price you pay.
Oh,
you done out of rope son. |
