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(Ray Sawyer/Gary Doon)
It's cold in this jail cell that I live in
The silence makes me think about me and you
I guess I tried too hard to make things better
Now the paying is the hardest thing I do
It hurt to see you cry cause I love you
I never got that job the way we planned
Now the baby's crying haunts me like a sad dream
Ain't it funny how our lives get out of hand
Now I can't go home anymore
The memory of you and me is all I'm living for
I know now it was better living free and being poor
Than just sitting here with all my tears behind these walls and doors
Each week I wait everyday for Sunday
The one day that they let me close to you
I wonder as the sun comes up each Monday
Why I haven't seen you in a week or two
Now I can't go home anymore
The memory of you and me is all I'm living for
I know now it was better living free and being poor
Than just sitting here with all my tears behind these walls and doors
And I can't go home anymore
(c) 1977 Sunbury Music Ltd.