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Bet it ain't a rainin' back home bet your sister's still on the phone
Bet mama's in the kitchen cookin' fried chicken wishin' that I hadn't went wrong
Oh but mama don't you worry everything's gonna be alright
They're teachin' us a lot of new things in here
There ain't no good in an evil hearted woman
And I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James
And you don't go writin' hot checks down in Mississippi
And there ain't no good chain gang
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Papa's readin' yesterday's mail wishin' that the hay was all baled
I bet that he's a wishin' we could go fishin'
Stead of me sittin' here in this ol' d*mned jail
There ain't no good...
No there ain't no kinda good...