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Got out of prison back in '86 and I found a wifeWalked the clean and narrowJust tryin' to stay out and stay aliveGot a job at the rendering plant, it ain't gonna make me richIn the darkness before dinner comesSometimes I can feel the itchI got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin lineI'm sick of doin' straight timeMy uncle's at the evenin' table, makes his living runnin' hot carsSlips me a hundred dollar bill says"Charlie you best remember who your friends are."Got a cold mind to go trippin' 'cross that thin lineI ain't makin' straight timeEight years in it feels like you're gonna dieBut you get used to anythingSooner or later it just becomes your lifeKitchen floor in the evening tossin' my little babies highMary's smiling but she's watching me out of the corner of her eyeSeems you can't get any more than half freeI step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of meGot a cold mind to go trippin' 'cross that thin lineI'm sick of doin' straight timeIn the basement huntin' gun and a hacksawSip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floorCome home in the evening, can't get the smell from my handsLay my head down on the pillowAnd go driftin' off into foreign lands
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