Municipal Farm Blues

I don't wanna go to municipal farm But I don't wanna change my ways It's 15 dollars or 15 days If you've got no means to pay This is where I always land When I'd rather be at 5th and Grand With a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove Hanging around my neck I got out of the pen in Kansas And thought I'd just find my way home Keep it clean like a straight arrow But I'm thirsty to the bone I hit the strip with two dollars Back in that open town Where the jukes are full of pretty women I was acting like a clown I don't wanna go to municipal farm I'm tired of shucking corn With the heat of the sun and the thunder of the storm Beating on my corpse This is where I always land When the dice drop from my hand And I'm out picking fights with those big city lights Flowing through my veins I don't wanna wear your shackles I just wanna find my way home Where there's no chores and no warden He's a mean old son of a gun I guess I'll just wait for heaven Cause atop those golden stairs St. Peter's a-waitin' with a bottle With three x's and a square I don't wanna go to municipal farm But I don't wanna change my ways It's 15 dollars or 15 days If you've got no means to pay This is where I always land When I'd rather be at 5th and Grand With a bottle of rum and a pretty little dove Hanging around my neck