I Ain't Living Long Like This (Live)

I looked for trouble and I found it, son

Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun

I'd try to run, but I don't think I can

You make one move, and you're a dead man, friend

Ain't livin' long like this

Can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

He's put the handcuffs on behind my back

And left me a-reeling on a steel reel rack

They've got 'em all in the jailhouse, baby

Ain't livin' long like this

Can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

Grew up in Houston on the wayside drives

Son of a car-hop in some all-night dives

Dad drove a stock car to an early death

All I remember is a drunk man's breath

Ain't livin' long like this

Can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

We know the story how the wheel goes 'round

Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown

They sleeping all in the jailhouse, baby, yeah

Ain't livin' long like this

Can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

I'll wait for one more time, girl

I live for Gina, she's my roadhouse queen

Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee

I wanna fuck her but I don't know how

I'm at the bottom of the jailhouse now

Ain't livin' long like this

Can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

You know the story 'bout the Jailhouse Rock

Go on and do it, but just don't get caught

They got 'em all in the jailhouse, baby

Ain't livin' long like this

Can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

Oh hell, let's trade them all