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Oh, he listens to the countdown every Sunday morningFrom a cold solitary prison cellAnd the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt roadMakes that eight by ten a brighter hellBefore he started doing all the hard time that he's doingHe was singing in them honky-tonks and divesHe dreamed of being somebodyNow he's number 37405Well she used to come and see him every other weekendAnd bring him all the news from way back homeIt's been two birthdays since he's kissed herFive seconds since he's missed herNow the perfume on those letters ain't that strongHe's got too much time to think about the nightHe had too much to drinkAnd all his buddies, they begged him not to driveMr. Life of the Party is now number 37405Old judge on the bench said"Son, your crime's got consequences. "It's what he told him fifteen years agoHe took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it backToday's the day he finally gets paroleHe turns in them prison clothesAnd stands there at the fork in the roadAnd mama prays and waits while he decidesAnd the angels close their eyesListens to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morningJust down the road rings an old church bell
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