Prison I Call Home

That old quick stop Where everybody smoked their pot Is the only thing lit up this time of night Same six trucks in the parking lot Cranked up loud like a juke box Like clockwork, a fight's gonna bring blue lights Since I was old enough to breathe These county lines have been holding me There's a courthouse square On the edge of nowhere By the tracks that ain't seen a train With a welcome sign on the side of the road Faded from the wind and rain It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell Where the sentence carries on Welcome to the prison I call home Well most folks in this town They'll put the old man down That owns a pub and shares a Sunday pew As he pours me another drink I look at him and think that My only freedom is his bar stool If I could break the chains that bind me Well I heard the grass is greener on the other side Of the courthouse square On the edge of nowhere By the tracks that ain't seen a train With a welcome sign on the side of the road Faded from the wind and rain It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell Where the sentence carries on Welcome to the prison I call... Home is where the heart is It seems I can't let go So this is where they'll lay me down It's the only place I know Is the courthouse square On the edge of nowhere By the tracks that ain't seen a train With that welcome sign on the side of the road Still faded from the wind and rain It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell Where the sentence carries on Welcome to the prison Welcome to the prison Welcome to the prison I call home That old quick stop