Don't Time

The Red Clay Strays

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Judge asked me how do you plead
Guilty your honor have mercy on me
Threw me inside the penitentiary
Charged me on a count of armed robbery

The punishment fits the crime
I’ll be here a while just doin' time

I ain’t lookin forward to the light of the day
They put me in the middle of a rowdy chain gang
Bloodied hands but still swingin' away
Breakin' up dirt and that Texas clay

The punishment fits the crime
I’ll be here a while just doin' time

Well two years have come two years have gone
I swear two years never felt so long
Hopin' and a prayin' for a shot at parole
Being in here's been draining my soul

The punishment fits the crime
I’ll be here a while just doin' time

The punishment fits the crime
I’ll be here a while

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