You're Going Back to Jail

We can't spend our whole lives hidin', Buck

That ain't no way to live

It is time to wipe the slate clean

As the good Lord to forgive

You've gotta serve your sentence without fail

Buck, you are goin' back to jail (What the hell are you talkin' about?)

Won't be scared to turn the corner, or to open our front door

When you're on the side of justice, you ain't nervous of the law

Now pull yourself together, because you've got pale

Buck, you are goin' back to jail

(But, baby, you don't know what it's like in there)

I know it's hard to share a cell

When you've got nothing to look at except prisoners who smell

But when you're done, when you have served your time

We'll still be young and in our prime

Ain't been free more than a minute, ain't had time to change my shirt

I've been dreamin' of a hot meal, with you as my dessert

Bring your face close to mine and just let me inhale

Buck, you are goin' back to jail (Now, baby)

We will call the sheriff and tell him you are turning yourself in

Right after church tomorrow (Blanche)

It's gon' be just as hard on me, Daddy

Well, Stella, you know what it's like havin' a husband in jail

Tell him how hard it is not havin' Carl around

Are you kiddin'?

It's a treat to get my nails done and have time to read a book

Sure beats washin' out his longjohns, it's a pleasure not to cook

(Okay, that's enough)

That God those prison walls are much too tall to scale

My darlin's nice and safe in jail

I don't want her comin' round here no more

Well, Trish's husband's been in jail for two years now

And she is miserable without her man

At first, I really missed him, I thought I would waste away

Then I met this boy from Tucson and he owned a Chevrolet (Oh, no)

He had a lot of things that my Joe lacked (Okay, Trish)

Like teeth, and hair, and cash, to be exact (I think you're done)

I've now got lots of habits I can't curtail (Heavens to Betsy)

I've gotta keep him locked in jail

Keep 'em inside, keep 'em inside

If we see 'em once a month, we will be more than satisfied

Ain't that the truth, don't mean to be unkind

Can't put a price on peace of mind (Blanche)

I ain't like these other women, I will wait till kingdom come

I want the world to see that I ain't married to some bum

It will be hard for us, but we'll come through

(I can't believe what you are askin' me to do)

One thing's for certain, our love won't go stale

(Oh, my Lord) (Jesus, close Your eyes)

Blanche, I ain't goin' back

Yes, Buck, you're goin' back

Tomorrow, he'll be back in jail