Municipal Farm Blues
I don't wanna go to municipal farm
But I don't wanna change my ways
It's 15 dollars or 15 days
If you've got no means to pay
This is where I always land
When I'd rather be at 5th and Grand
With a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove
Hanging around my neck
I got out of the pen in Kansas
And thought I'd just find my way home
Keep it clean like a straight arrow
But I'm thirsty to the bone
I hit the strip with two dollars
Back in that open town
Where the jukes are full of pretty women
I was acting like a clown
I don't wanna go to municipal farm
I'm tired of shucking corn
With the heat of the sun and the thunder of the storm
Beating on my corpse
This is where I always land
When the dice drop from my hand
And I'm out picking fights with those big city lights
Flowing through my veins
I don't wanna wear your shackles
I just wanna find my way home
Where there's no chores and no warden
He's a mean old son of a gun
I guess I'll just wait for heaven
Cause atop those golden stairs
St. Peter's a-waitin' with a bottle
With three x's and a square
I don't wanna go to municipal farm
But I don't wanna change my ways
It's 15 dollars or 15 days
If you've got no means to pay
This is where I always land
When I'd rather be at 5th and Grand
With a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove
Hanging around my neck
But I don't wanna change my ways
It's 15 dollars or 15 days
If you've got no means to pay
This is where I always land
When I'd rather be at 5th and Grand
With a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove
Hanging around my neck
I got out of the pen in Kansas
And thought I'd just find my way home
Keep it clean like a straight arrow
But I'm thirsty to the bone
I hit the strip with two dollars
Back in that open town
Where the jukes are full of pretty women
I was acting like a clown
I don't wanna go to municipal farm
I'm tired of shucking corn
With the heat of the sun and the thunder of the storm
Beating on my corpse
This is where I always land
When the dice drop from my hand
And I'm out picking fights with those big city lights
Flowing through my veins
I don't wanna wear your shackles
I just wanna find my way home
Where there's no chores and no warden
He's a mean old son of a gun
I guess I'll just wait for heaven
Cause atop those golden stairs
St. Peter's a-waitin' with a bottle
With three x's and a square
I don't wanna go to municipal farm
But I don't wanna change my ways
It's 15 dollars or 15 days
If you've got no means to pay
This is where I always land
When I'd rather be at 5th and Grand
With a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove
Hanging around my neck
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Writer(s): Benjamin Summers
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