25 in Jail

The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me

I guess, I could get sober, but I think I'll just stay here and drink

Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail

'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail

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Livin' hard was easy, yeah I liked to chase the pain

None the less I've done my best and it's to late to change

If my life was a song I know what it'd sound like

It'd be in the key of D like a song ol' Haggard write

The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me

I guess, I could get sober, but I'll just stay here and drink

Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail

'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail

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My ol' lady she's a saint, with a gypsy soul

Does her best to hold on, 'cause she just won't let go

And I can't count the times she's picked me off the floor

Paid my tab and cussed my ass, and drug me out the door

The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me

I guess, I could get sober, but I'll just stay here and drink

Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail

'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail

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I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail

And I guess these silver wings might fly me straight to hell

Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail

Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail

I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail