The Price You Pay

There's a small jail in Georgia you all know, Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't show. Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand, You can hear the hound dog howling out the land. Chorus: It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay. I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry, Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching pa*sersby, I've been sitting here so long I'm starting to cry, The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die. Chorus: It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay. Oh, honk on it, boy, A little jail cell blues here. LEAD BREAK I shot a man in Macon over a poker game, I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame, Well, now I hear the hammers they're pounding out my name. It ain't the way I wanted it. But that's the price you pay. It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay. Hey jailer, how about that water my throat's still dry, Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching pa*sersby, I've been sitting here so damn long I'm starting to cry, The hangman's coming I'm surely going to die. It ain't the way I wanted it. But Lord that's the price you pay, (REPEAT), It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay. Oh, you done out of rope son.