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(Rodney Crowell) I looked for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I'd try to run but you I don't think I can You make one move and you're a dead man friend. I ain't living long like this, I can't live at all like this, can I baby? He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back Then left me freezing on a steel rail track. They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby I ain't living long like this I can't live at all like this, can I baby? Grew up in Houston off of Wayside Drive Son of a carhop in some old night dive Dad drove a stock car to an early death All I remember was a drunk man's breath. I ain't living long like this I can't live at all like this, can I baby? We know the story how the wheel goes round Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown Can't sleep at all in the jailhouse baby I ain't living long like this I can't live at all like this, can I baby? --- Instrumental --- I live for angel, she's a roadhouse queen Make Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee I want to love her but I don't know how I'm at the bottom of the jailhouse now. I ain't living long like this I can't live at all like this, can I baby? You know the story bout the jailhouse rock Go on and do it but just don't get caught They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby I ain't living long like this I can't live at all like this, can I baby?... |