Lyric 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 passersby,
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 passersby,
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.