The Truth

They cuffed me on a weekday, Couldn't wear a suit in trial
I guess I had this comin' for quite a while
I got greedy with a gun at the county bank

Two long days later, Johnny Law, he had spoke
These walls are startin' to look and feel like home
They denied me bail and took me under an oath

It's the Waylon of fright, that keeps me up at night
And these chains, oh these chains, they weigh on my soul
It's the choices I make that brought me to this place
I get what I get when the devil makes you his own

They released me on a weekend, God cleansed of all
My wife, she lied and said I died and married for a big old stone
I went all in with the devil and paid with my soul

It's the Waylon of fright, that keeps me up at night
And these chains, oh these chains, they weigh on my soul
It's the choices I make that brought me to this place
I get what I get when the devil makes you his own

It's the choices I made, that brought me to this place
I learned my lesson, I'll never go home
Lord, I learned my lesson and I'll... learn to run



Credits
Writer(s): Vito Mccartney
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