Hes twenty one and jealous Of his shadow outside the fence Got a bible from his cellmate Hes searching for a second chance Hopes that he can make it outside Before his little girl learns to talk Hopes he can get it all figured out Before the judge says that he can walk Chorus Cause its hot-wired, too tired for being who hes been Car theft, whats left? He aint ever going back again He aint ever going back to tie himself to the whipping pole His American dream like the county line sign that he shot full of holes And two to four dont seem like much Until youre stuck in an eight by ten He felt guilty damn near all his life Much more now than then He wrote a letter to Jesus last night And he nailed it up to the cross Yeah hes free in his heart but at night in the dark You know the man, hes still the boss Chorus And its hot-wired, too tired for being who hes been Car theft, whats left? He aint ever going back again He aint ever going back to tie himself to the whipping pole His American dream like the county line sign that he shot full of holes He walked through the gate last Thursday And headed on into town What did he see but a Cadillac there With all its windows down And its broke down, hands bound And its back to who he was No change. It seems strange It aint ever been push to shove And now hes going back, to tie himself to the whipping pole His American dream like the county line sign That he shot full of holes To his American dream like the county line sign That he shot full of holes Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com