I Went To College / I Went To Jail (feat. Jelly Roll)
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
We both grew up in the 615
Both sides of the train tracks had two different lives
Both sons of sinners, needn't set free
We met at a party over big bags of weed
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
I was supposed to go four years, and quit after one
I was sentenced to seven, but after four I was done
I burned all my books, I stayed up and read
I could have been a doctor, I should have been dead
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
Who could have figured, and who could have known
We'd both wind up working down on music rolls
Ten years hard labor, we've both paid our dues
I'm singing that country, I'm singing them blues
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
I went to college, and I went
448, 2nd Avenue North, the criminal justice center, to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
We both grew up in the 615
Both sides of the train tracks had two different lives
Both sons of sinners, needn't set free
We met at a party over big bags of weed
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
I was supposed to go four years, and quit after one
I was sentenced to seven, but after four I was done
I burned all my books, I stayed up and read
I could have been a doctor, I should have been dead
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
Who could have figured, and who could have known
We'd both wind up working down on music rolls
Ten years hard labor, we've both paid our dues
I'm singing that country, I'm singing them blues
I went to college, and I went to jail
One was a dorm room, one was a cell
Who came out on top, hell it's hard to tell
I went to college, and I went to jail
I went to college, and I went
448, 2nd Avenue North, the criminal justice center, to jail
Credits
Writer(s): Rivers Rutherford, Luke Bryan, Ernest Keith Smith, Chandler Paul Walters
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