25 to Life

Momma wouldn't let me be a cowboy
 Couldn't pass in medicine and such
 So here I am counting barrels
 Good ol' West Texas sludge
 But I'd rather be an outlaw
 Riding like Bonnie and Clyde
 Instead I'm in this here high rise
 Doing 25 to life
 This room is feeling like a cage
 Counting the numbers of my long and lonesome days
 I punch out in fits of rage
 I gotta get out of this place
 I could be out on the prairie
 Under the stars at night
 Sitting with a guitar round a campfire
 Singing devil wears a suit and tie
 But I'd rather be an outlaw
 Riding like Bonnie and Clyde
 Instead I'm in this here high rise
 Doing 25 to life
 I pull this mask up on my face
 I'm back in my happy place
 Riding again with the old gang
 Stealing hearts and taking names
 But I'd rather be an outlaw
 Darlin', oh you'd be my side
 We'd ride off into the sunset
 Doing 25 to life
 You could be my Bonnie
 I would be your Clyde
 We would not worry for money
 Into the sunset we'd ride
 Doing 25 to life