G D Well I was born in Bossier Parish, in Northern Louisian?C G Just a few miles south of Fillmore where my daddy owned some landG D And we were thick as a pair of thieves, my buddy Jack and meC G Drinkin? beer and playin? football, fishin? on them creeks [Chorus]C G Oh but now my life it seems like some old country song you knowD G Lord I just turned 21, and there?s no chance of paroleC G And I?m doin? life for murder, in this penitentiaryD C G Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein? free [Solo]G D C G [Verse 2]G D We graduated high school, back in ?98C G Tried to live the clean life, but the clean life didn?t payG D Then a friend of a friend of a friend of ours had a way to make ends meetC G And he gave us a crash course, in southern chemistry [Chorus]C G Oh but now my life it seems like some old country song you knowD C G Lord I just turned 21, and there?s no chance of paroleC G And I?m doin? life for murder, in this penitentiaryD C G Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of bein? free [Solo]G D C G [Verse 3]G D And then one day it happened, and the wild men got the callC G And Jackie he?d been talkin?, with the local lawG D They stuck him nearly fifty times and dumped him in the creekC G When the sheriff?s found the body, they pointed their bloody hands at meA C And I got a tattoo on my shoulder, I got a number on my chestA C D The tattoo just says ?Hot?, and that?s the place I love the best, yeah
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