There's a small jail in Georgia you all know,
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Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't show.
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Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand,
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You can hear the hound dog howling out the land.
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Chorus:
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It ain't the way I wanted it.
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But Lord that's the price you pay.
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I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry,
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Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby,
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I've been sitting here so long I'm starting to cry,
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The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die.
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Chorus:
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It ain't the way I wanted it.
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But Lord that's the price you pay.
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Oh, honk on it, boy,
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A little jail cell blues here.
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LEAD BREAK
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I shot a man in Macon over a poker game,
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I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame,
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Well, now I hear the hammers they're pounding out my name.
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It ain't the way I wanted it.
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But that's the price you pay.
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It ain't the way I wanted it.
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But Lord that's the price you pay.
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Hey jailer, how about that water my throat's still dry,
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Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby,
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I've been sitting here so damn long I'm starting to cry,
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The hangman's coming I'm surely going to die.
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It ain't the way I wanted it.
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But Lord that's the price you pay,
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(REPEAT),
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It ain't the way I wanted it,
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But Lord that's the price you pay.
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Oh, you done out of rope son.
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The Price You Pay
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Molly Hatchet |