Prison I Call Home

That old quick stop
 Where everybody smoked their pot
 Is the only thing lit up this time of night
 Same six trucks in the parking lot
 Cranked up loud like a juke box
 Like clockwork, a fight's gonna bring blue lights
 Since I was old enough to breathe
 These county lines have been holding me
 There's a courthouse square
 On the edge of nowhere
 By the tracks that ain't seen a train
 With a welcome sign on the side of the road
 Faded from the wind and rain
 It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
 Where the sentence carries on
 Welcome to the prison I call home
 Well most folks in this town
 They'll put the old man down
 That owns a pub and shares a Sunday pew
 As he pours me another drink
 I look at him and think that
 My only freedom is his bar stool
 If I could break the chains that bind me
 Well I heard the grass is greener on the other side
 Of the courthouse square
 On the edge of nowhere
 By the tracks that ain't seen a train
 With a welcome sign on the side of the road
 Faded from the wind and rain
 It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
 Where the sentence carries on
 Welcome to the prison I call...
 Home is where the heart is
 It seems I can't let go
 So this is where they'll lay me down
 It's the only place I know
 Is the courthouse square
 On the edge of nowhere
 By the tracks that ain't seen a train
 With that welcome sign on the side of the road
 Still faded from the wind and rain
 It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
 Where the sentence carries on
 Welcome to the prison
 Welcome to the prison
 Welcome to the prison I call home
 That old quick stop