25 to Life

Momma wouldn't let me be a cowboy
Couldn't pass in medicine and such
So here I am counting barrels
Good ol' West Texas sludge

But I'd rather be an outlaw
Riding like Bonnie and Clyde
Instead I'm in this here high rise
Doing 25 to life

This room is feeling like a cage
Counting the numbers of my long and lonesome days
I punch out in fits of rage
I gotta get out of this place

I could be out on the prairie
Under the stars at night
Sitting with a guitar round a campfire
Singing devil wears a suit and tie

But I'd rather be an outlaw
Riding like Bonnie and Clyde
Instead I'm in this here high rise
Doing 25 to life

I pull this mask up on my face
I'm back in my happy place
Riding again with the old gang
Stealing hearts and taking names

But I'd rather be an outlaw
Darlin', oh you'd be my side
We'd ride off into the sunset
Doing 25 to life

You could be my Bonnie
I would be your Clyde
We would not worry for money
Into the sunset we'd ride
Doing 25 to life



Credits
Writer(s): David Harris
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