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 rendering 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 tripping across that thin line
i'm sick of doin straight time
My uncles at the evenin' table makes his living runnin' hot cars
slips me a hundred dollar bill, says
"charlie, you best remember who your friend are."
i got a cold mind to go tripping 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 evening, 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 tripping 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 evening, can't get the smell from my hands
lay my head down on the pillow
and, go driftin' off into foreign lands

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