You're Goin' Back To Jail

We start fresh when you are free in the eyes of the law

And saved in the eyes of God

Amen (Praise the Lord, Thank you Jesus)

We can't spend our whole lives hidin' Buck

That ain't no way to live (Nuh uh, you hear that Buck?)

It is time to wipe the slate clean

Ask the good lord to forgive (Amen, praise the Lord, Thank you Jesus twice)

You gotta serve your sentence without fail (Ooh, buckle up!)

Buck, you are goin' back to jail

What the hell you talkin' about

Won't be scared to turn a 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 gone pale

Buck, you are goin' back to jail

Baby, you don't know what its like in there

I know its hard to share a cell

When you've got nothin' 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

Ive 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

But baby

We'll call the sheriff and tell him you're turning yourself in right after church tomorrow

Blanche!

It's gonnna be just as hard on me, daddy

Stella, you know what its 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 (Stella)

Sure beats washing out his long-johns

It's a pleasure not to cook (Okay, that's enough)

Thank 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

Trish's husband's been in jail two years and she's 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 (That's enough)

He had a lot of things that my Joe lacked

Like teeth and hair and cash to be exact

I've now got lots of habits I can't curtail (Amen)

I 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 'til 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 wont go stale (Jesus, close your eyes)

Blanche, I ain't goin' back

Yes Buck, you're goin' back (But baby)

Tomorrow he'll be back in jail