Writer’s note: My lyrics have a lot of alcoholic references. As a prisoner, I contemplate what I must do to start reaching my highest goals. I see parole this month. My incarceration may be coming to an end. Divinity willing, so won’t my alcoholism.
Chain Gang
You reap what you sow
You make your own fate
You live in the cold
You get there from your own feet
Destiny’s verdict, my destiny screams
To walk in chains
In the belly of the beast
How long must I walk in chains?
How long must I dance with the devil?
Indeed I’m a man of fate
On my bus ride to the chain gang
Shackled and handcuffed
Lookin’ out the window
Paper shoes
There’s scars on my ankles
Time is time
No matter the state
I carry around my big ball and chain
Another number, this is the third
A woman leaves me, this ain’t the first
So it’s settled
My prison song
In the big house,
I pluck this cheap guitar
Life on Parole
It’s not going to be easy
With my life on parole
Gettin’ out, out of the pen
Coming home to see what’s left
My wife hit the road long ago
Don’t drink again
Is what I’ve been told
So I’m working
Got me a job
People at meetings talkin’ bout God
I don’t need whisky
But it’s something I want
I love a Goddess and Pan wants me drunk
Dinner for two
I met a girl, she seems cool
She don’t want pearls
She wants a man to open up doors
But she wants Bacardi
And that makes me naughty