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[Verse 1]
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Got out of prison back in '86 and I found me a wife
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I walked the clean and narrow
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Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive
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Got a job at the rendering factory, it ain't gonna make me rich
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In the darkness before dinner comes
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Sometimes I can feel the itch

[Chorus]
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I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
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I'm sick of doin straight time

[Verse 2]
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My uncles at the evenin' table makes his living runnin' hot cars
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Slips me a hundred dollar bill, says
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"Charlie, you best remember who your friends are."

[Chorus]
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I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
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I ain't makin' straight time

[Bridge]
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Eight years in, it feels like you're gonna die
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But you get used to anything
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Sooner or later it becomes your life

[Verse 3]
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Kitchen floor in the evening, tossin' my little babies high
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Mary's smilin', but she watches me
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Out of the corner of her eye

[Verse 4]
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Seems you can't get any more than half free
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I step out onto the front porch
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And suck the cold air deep inside of me

[Chorus]
A                               D                 G
Got a cold mind to go tripping cross that thin line
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I'm sick of doin' straight time

[Bridge]
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In the basement, huntin' gun and a hacksaw
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Sip a beer, and thirteen inches
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Of barrel drop to the floor

[Verse 5]
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Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands
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Lay my head down on the pillow
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And, go driftin' off into foreign lands