First night with JR in late September
On a dark cruel night when those boys became sinners
Not knowing where we were at or who we were
Driving through the county lines Just
waiting on a cop car to just swing on by
We were pushing 99 in a 45
When the cop pulls us over I'll be screaming like I'm sober
In the backseat of my own car He says,
come on out son,
you're coming to prison
And hell, I ain't too far What'd I do wrong?
What do I care?
I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air
You can take my ass on back to the bar I'm not gonna live my life
Locked up in handcuffs, chains, and bar
Our boots are muddy, our shirt was sore
There's blood on the bathroom floor No one knew what we aimed to do
On a sacrilegious Saturday night The
devil himself would appear in the sky
Was it the beer or was it the shrooms?
When the cop pulls us over I'll be screaming like I'm sober
In the backseat of my own car He says,
come on out son,
you're coming to
prison And hell, I ain't too far
What'd I do wrong?
What do I care?
I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air
You can take my ass on back to the bar I'm not gonna live my life
Locked up in handcuffs, chains, and bar
Moms are racing on the street Our
legs were tired and our eyes were weak
Rest of the heads on the cold, damp concrete
When the cop pulls us over I'll be screaming like I'm sober
In the backseat of my own car He says,
come on out son,
you're coming to
prison And hell, I ain't too far
What'd I do wrong?
What do I care?
I'm just here for the boys and the beer and
the air You can take my ass on back
to the bar
I'm not gonna live my life Locked up in handcuffs,
chains,
and bars