Gilby Clarke - Jail Guitar Doors lyrics

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne, And his deals of c**aine, A little more every day. Holding for a friend until the band do well, Then the D.E.A. locked him away. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors. Bang bang, go the boots on the floor. Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors. An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, Didn't want no fame, Gave all his money away. Well there's something wrong, It'll be good for you, son. And so they certified him insane. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors. Bang bang, go the boots on the floor. Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors. And then there's Keith, Waiting for trial, $25 thousand bail. If he goes down, you won't hear his sound, So his friends carry on anyway, f___ 'em! Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors. Bang bang, go the boots on the floor. Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son. Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors. Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors Jail guitar doors