25 in Jail

The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me I guess, I could get sober, but I think I'll just stay here and drink Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail 'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail Livin' hard was easy, yeah I liked to chase the pain None the less I've done my best and it's to late to change If my life was a song I know what it'd sound like It'd be in the key of D like a song ol' Haggard write The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me I guess, I could get sober, but I'll just stay here and drink Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail 'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail My ol' lady she's a saint, with a gypsy soul Does her best to hold on, 'cause she just won't let go And I can't count the times she's picked me off the floor Paid my tab and cussed my ass, and drug me out the door The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me I guess, I could get sober, but I'll just stay here and drink Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail 'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail And I guess these silver wings might fly me straight to hell Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail