Lyrics

Swaying, it’s a hard decision am I gonna leave this prison If they tell me one more time to get in line, I’m gonna breakaway But I’m sure that every single prison guard that walks around this prison yard Is gonna have a shot at me if he sees me running for the gate I’d be better off dead full of lead, rather than delay one more day Letting my mind and my body rot away in this awful place I’d be floating way up so high looking down at all my buddies saying “You chumps, you suckers, I hope one day you can find the guts to escape” Well you might say: “How come you so sure heaven’s where you’re going You ain’t exactly been showin’ the ways of an angel, glory bound” I must admit you got a point, but I got a feeling the ceiling ain’t so far And Y’all may just may want a couple words with yours truly So I’ll be walking right up to those big pearly gates, saying “hey Saint Peter Ol’ Buddy, Ol’ Pal how’s the family, how’s work, how’s the kids, What do you say How’s about crackin’ those gates And lettin’ a fine upstanding fellow like myself join the club?” And he might say: “ahh Mr. Avett you can save it, I ain’t gonna be buying any of that Lyin’, jive, hustlin’, boldfaced, fake conman nonsense that you used to get by with Down there on Earth And I’ll say: “come on…surely you and God of all people oughta know I was innocent of those crimes I told you so Every night by myself in that cell surrounded by nothing but grey and quiet…” Well dear God, maybe I should just be talking straight to you The truth is I lost my way somewhere along the way And if you gotta a minute would you spend it with a sinner Just long enough to give me some directions home