Prison I Call Home

That old quick stop
Where everybody smoked their pot
Is the only thing lit up this time of nightSame six trucks in the parking lot
Cranked up loud like a juke box
Like clockwork, a fight′s gonna bring blue lights
Since I was old enough to breathe
These county lines have been holding me

There's a courthouse square
On the edge of nowhere
By the tracks that ain′t seen a train
With a welcome sign on the side of the road
Faded from the wind and rain
It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
Where the sentence carries on
Welcome to the prison I call home

Well most folks in this town
They′ll put the old man down
That owns a pub and shares a Sunday pew
As he pours me another drink
I look at him and think that
My only freedom is his bar stool
If I could break the chains that bind me
Well I heard the grass is greener on the other side

Of the courthouse square
On the edge of nowhere
By the tracks that ain′t seen a train
With a welcome sign on the side of the road
Faded from the wind and rain
It ain't hell, it′s a cold jail cell
Where the sentence carries on
Welcome to the prison I call...

Home is where the heart is
It seems I can't let go
So this is where they′ll lay me down
It's the only place I know

Is the courthouse square
On the edge of nowhere
By the tracks that ain′t seen a train
With that welcome sign on the side of the road
Still faded from the wind and rain
It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
Where the sentence carries on
Welcome to the prison
Welcome to the prison
Welcome to the prison I call home

That old quick stop