There's a small jail in georgia you all know,
Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't show.
Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand,
You can hear the hound dog howling out the land.
Chorus:
It ain't the way i wanted it.
But lord that's the price you pay.
I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry,
Four walls, steel bars, i've been watching pa**ersby,
I've been sitting here so long i'm starting to cry,
The hangman's coming, i'm surely going to die.
Chorus:
It ain't the way i wanted it.
But lord that's the price you pay.
Oh, honk on it, boy,
A little jail cell blues here.
Lead break
I shot a man in macon over a poker game,
I k**ed another in atlanta just to build my fame,
Well, now i hear the hammers they're pounding out my name.
It ain't the way i wanted it.
But that's the price you pay.
It ain't the way i wanted it.
But lord that's the price you pay.
Hey jailer, how about that water my throat's still dry,
Four walls, steel bars, i've been watching pa**ersby,
I've been sitting here so damn long i'm starting to cry,
The hangman's coming i'm surely going to die.
It ain't the way i wanted it.
But lord that's the price you pay,
(repeat),
It ain't the way i wanted it,
But lord that's the price you pay.
Oh, you done out of rope son.