You Again
Just out on parole, a new man, saved soul
Ready to leave that life behind
Bus ride and a change of clothes, no job, dead broke
No one wants a man who's done time
And I see someone left the keys in a foreign car ignition
And I hear an old friend calling my name
And It's you again tempting me to break in
And take that Mazerati for a ride
And I bet you're down there smiling
Watching me driving
With your pitch fork poking at my side
And I feel your firey touch against my skin
It's you again
A motel mattress covered in hundreds
A bottle of bourbon on the floor
Visions of Vegas, fine wine, and women
As I see a Bible in the night stand drawer
A guilty conscience sets in, feels like someone's watching
And I hear an old friend calling my name
It's you again, asking me to open
That King James to Psalm 102
And your words hit like lightning
I hear your angels crying
Can't believe I turned my back on You
And I can't enjoy the fruits of my sins
It's You again
Sirens, handcuffs, new trial, same judge
Disappointed looking down at me
Saying it's you again standing
In my courtroom begging
Me to show some mercy one more time
Son I guess you didn't learn your lesson
And now it's time to pay up for your crime
You've earned a one way ticket to the pen
One more word and I'll tack on another ten
And I heard my cellmate say as I walked in
Oh, it's you again
Oh, it's you again
Ready to leave that life behind
Bus ride and a change of clothes, no job, dead broke
No one wants a man who's done time
And I see someone left the keys in a foreign car ignition
And I hear an old friend calling my name
And It's you again tempting me to break in
And take that Mazerati for a ride
And I bet you're down there smiling
Watching me driving
With your pitch fork poking at my side
And I feel your firey touch against my skin
It's you again
A motel mattress covered in hundreds
A bottle of bourbon on the floor
Visions of Vegas, fine wine, and women
As I see a Bible in the night stand drawer
A guilty conscience sets in, feels like someone's watching
And I hear an old friend calling my name
It's you again, asking me to open
That King James to Psalm 102
And your words hit like lightning
I hear your angels crying
Can't believe I turned my back on You
And I can't enjoy the fruits of my sins
It's You again
Sirens, handcuffs, new trial, same judge
Disappointed looking down at me
Saying it's you again standing
In my courtroom begging
Me to show some mercy one more time
Son I guess you didn't learn your lesson
And now it's time to pay up for your crime
You've earned a one way ticket to the pen
One more word and I'll tack on another ten
And I heard my cellmate say as I walked in
Oh, it's you again
Oh, it's you again
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Writer(s): Wade Kirby, Hugh Bryan Simpson, Matthew Rossi
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