The Barn

First night with J.R. in late September

On a dark cruel night when those boys became sinners

Not knowing where we were at or who we were

Driving through the county lines

Just waiting on a cop car to just swing on by

We were pushing 99 in a 45

When the cop pulls us over

I be screaming like I'm sober

In the backseat of my own car

He says, come on out, son, you're coming to prison

And hell, I ain't too far

What I do wrong? What do I care?

I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air

You can take my ass on back to the bar

I'm not gonna live my life

Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars

Our boots muddy, our shirt was torn

There's blood on the bathroom floor

No one knew what we aimed to do

On a sacrilegious Saturday night

The devil himself would appear in the sky

Was it the fear or was it the shrooms?

When the cop pulls us over

I be screaming like I'm sober

In the backseat of my own car

He says, come on out, son, you're coming to prison

And hell, I ain't too far

What I do wrong? What do I care?

I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air

You can take my ass on back to the barn

I'm not gonna live my life

Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars

Moms are racing on the street

Our legs were tired and our eyes were weak

Rested our heads on the cold, damp concrete

When the cop pulls us over

I be screaming like I'm sober

In the backseat of my own car

He says, come on out, son, you're coming to prison

But hell, I ain't too far

What'd I do wrong? What do I care?

I'm just here for the boys and the beer and the air

You can take my ass on back to the barn

I'm not gonna live my life

Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars

I'm not gonna live my life

Locked up in handcuffs, chains and bars