The Price You Pay - Molly Hatchet
Theres a small jail in georgia you all know,
Where the suns so hot and the daylight dont show.
Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand,
You can hear the hound dog howling out the land.
It aint the way I wanted it.
But lord thats the price you pay.
I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry,
Four walls, steel bars, Ive been watching passersby,
Ive been sitting here so long Im starting to cry,
The hangmans coming, Im surely going to die.
It aint the way I wanted it.
But lord thats the price you pay.
Oh, honk on it, boy,
I shot a man in macon over a poker game,
I killed another in atlanta just to build my fame,
Well, now I hear the hammers theyre pounding out my name.
It aint the way I wanted it.
But thats the price you pay.
It aint the way I wanted it.
But thats lord the price you pay.
Hey jailer, how about that water my throats still dry,
Four walls, steel bars, Ive been watching passersby,
Ive been sitting here so damn long Im starting to cry,
The hangmans coming Im surely going to die.
It aint the way I wanted it.
But lord thats the price you pay,
It aint the way I wanted it,
But lord thats the price you pay.
Oh, you done out of rope son. It aint the way I wanted it, But lord thats the price you pay.
