Dixie is a scourge and a scar
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And a girl in my heart and a state of mind
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Jesus is the man with a plan
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He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine
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This small town crowd should've dragged you down
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Can't leave your past behind
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Wipers in the rain tap out time
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Coming up on a new state line
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I wanna be a jailbird
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From the prison of my own damn mind
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Gonna get me a fast car
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Set out and see what I can find
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Brick up the well of tears and disappear
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Leave myself behind
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Gonna be a jailbird
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From the prison of my own damn mind
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Midnight, take a short cut
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Through the downtown cemetery
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No stepping on graves
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Check the statue of the Virgin Mary
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She's catching moonlight in the shadows
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Revealing spider webs
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Can you see the black widow
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Hung between our lady's hands?
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I wanna be a jailbird
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From the prison of my own damn mind
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Gonna get me a fast car
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Set out and see what I can find
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Brick up the well of tears and disappear
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Leave myself behind
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Gonna be a jailbird
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From the prison of my own damn mind
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Now used to be when I was young
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I was so hungry for oblivion
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My thoughts would linger
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Like fingers in a deadly web
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But in time as sorrow showed it's face
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In kind I learned to ache for grace
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To work and pray to one day
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Be delivered whole, alive and free
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I wanna be a jailbird
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From the prison of my own damn mind
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Gonna get me a fast car
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Set out and see what I can find
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Brick up the well of tears and disappear
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Leave myself behind
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Gonna be a jailbird
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From the prison of my own damn mind
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Jailbird
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| Jim White |
