Straight Time
Got out of prison back in 86
And I found me a wife
Walked the clean and narrow
Just tryin' to stay out and stay alive
Got a job at the renderin' factory
It ain't gonna make me rich
In the darkness before dinner comes
Sometimes I can feel the it
I got a cold mind, to go trippin' across that thin line
I'm sick of doin' straight time
My uncles' at the evenin' table
Makes his livin' runnin' hot cars
Slips me a hundred dollar bill, says
Charlie you better remember who your friends are
I got a cold mind, to go trippin' across that thin line
I ain't makin' straight time
Eight years in, it feels like you're gonna die
But you get used to anything
Sooner or later, it becomes your life
Kitchen floor in the evenin'
Tossin' my little babies high
Mary's smilin', but she watches me
Out of the corner of her eye
Seems you can't get any more than half free
I step out onto the front porch
And suck the cold air deep inside of me
Got a cold mind, to go trippin' cross that thin line
I'm sick of doin' straight time
In the basement, huntin' gun and a hacksaw
Sip a beer, and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor
Come home in the evenin'
Can't get the smell from my hands
Lay my head down on the pillow
And go driftin' off into foreign lands