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Well, I'm goinG' to a place where the tough guys gDo
and coEme out even tougDher.C
A pGlace where a man don't show his feDelings,
a Eplace where a man don't cry.D C
Well, thGey say I'm bein' punished
and thDey say I can be reformed
but sEome day I'll retuDrn.C
Did they reaGlly think that this tiDme it'd work,
you kEnew all along it woulDdn'Ct.
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GOh, I'm pDrison bound
I did a cErime one too many tiDmes. C
It's on the ouGtskirts of town by the railroad trDacks
where the counEtry moon shineDs. C
Oh, I'm prison bound
tell my girl I'll be back one day.
Oh, I'm prison bound
I may never know any other way.
Well, they've taken away my freedom of expression or action
Johnny says I'll walk the line
with three hots and a cot and a lot of talk
with lock-up concrete and steel.
Well, It's cold and It's clammy
man it's colder than a pimp's heart
but I gotta do my time.
There's a lesson to be learned here but what a price to pay
you know, I may never learn-
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