You're Goin' Back To Jail

We start fresh when you are free in the eyes of the law
And saved in the eyes of God
Amen (Praise the Lord, Thank you Jesus)

We can't spend our whole lives hidin' Buck
That ain't no way to live (Nuh uh, you hear that Buck?)
It is time to wipe the slate clean
Ask the good lord to forgive (Amen, praise the Lord, Thank you Jesus twice)
You gotta serve your sentence without fail (Ooh, buckle up!)
Buck, you are goin' back to jail

What the hell you talkin' about

Won't be scared to turn a corner
Or to open our front door
When you're on the side of justice
You ain't nervous of the law
Now pull yourself together because you've gone pale
Buck, you are goin' back to jail

Baby, you don't know what its like in there

I know its hard to share a cell
When you've got nothin' to look at
Except prisoners who smell
But when you're done
When you have served your time
We'll still be young and in our prime

Ain't been free more than a minute
Ain't had time to change my shirt
Ive been dreamin' of a hot meal
With you as my dessert
Bring your face close to mine and just let me inhale

Buck, you are goin' back to jail

But baby
We'll call the sheriff and tell him you're turning yourself in right after church tomorrow
Blanche!
It's gonnna be just as hard on me, daddy
Stella, you know what its like havin' a husband in jail
Tell him how hard it is not havin' Carl around

Are you kiddin'?
It's a treat to get my nails done
And have time to read a book (Stella)
Sure beats washing out his long-johns
It's a pleasure not to cook (Okay, that's enough)
Thank God those prison walls are much too tall to scale
My darlin's nice and safe in jail

I don't want her comin' 'round here no more
Trish's husband's been in jail two years and she's miserable without her man

At first I really missed him
I thought I would waste away
Then I met this boy from Tucson
And he owned a Chevrolet (That's enough)
He had a lot of things that my Joe lacked
Like teeth and hair and cash to be exact
I've now got lots of habits I can't curtail (Amen)
I gotta keep him locked in jail

Keep 'em inside
Keep 'em inside
If we see 'em once a month
We will be more than satisfied
Ain't that the truth
Don't mean to be unkind
Can't put a price on peace of mind

Blanche

I ain't like these other women
I will wait 'til kingdom come
I want the world to see that I ain't married to some bum
It will be hard for us but we'll come through

I can't believe what you are askin' me to do

One thing's for certain, our love wont go stale (Jesus, close your eyes)

Blanche, I ain't goin' back
Yes Buck, you're goin' back (But baby)
Tomorrow he'll be back in jail