25 in jail

the good times ain't over

still a fightin' side in me

i guess

i could get sober

but i think i'll just stay here and drink

momma tried to raise me better and i guess she didn't fail

'cause i didn't turn 21 in prison

i turned 25 in jail

livin' hard was easy

yeah i liked to chase the pain

none the less i've done my best and it's to late to change

if my life was a song i know what it'd sound like

it'd be in the key of d like a song ol' haggard write

the good times ain't over

still a fightin' side in me

i guess

i could get sober

but i'll just stay here and drink

momma tried to raise me better and i guess she didn't fail

'cause i didn't turn 21 in prison

i turned 25 in jail

my ol' lady she's a saint

with a gypsy soul

does her best to hold on

'cause she just won't let go

and i can't count the times she's picked me off the floor

paid my tab and cussed my ass

and drug me out the door

the good times ain't over

still a fightin' side in me

i guess

i could get sober

but i'll just stay here and drink

momma tried to raise me better and i guess she didn't fail

'cause i didn't turn 21 in prison

i turned 25 in jail

i didn't turn 21 in prison

i turned 25 in jail

and i guess these silver wings might fly me straight to hell

momma tried to raise me better and i guess she didn't fail

cause i didn't turn 21 in prison

i turned 25 in jail

i didn't turn 21 in prison

i turned 25 in jail