shot full of holes

he's twenty one and jealous

of his shadow outside the fence

got a bible from his cellmate

he's searching for a second chance

hopes that he can make it outside

before his little girl learns to talk

hopes he can get it all figured out

before the judge says that he can walk

'cause it's hot-wired

too tired for being who he's been

car theft

what's left? he ain't ever going back again

he ain't ever going back to tie himself to the whipping pole

his american dream like the county line sign that he shot full of holes

and two to four don't seem like much

until you're stuck in an eight by ten

he felt guilty damn near all his life

much more now than then

he wrote a letter to jesus last night

and he nailed it up to the cross

yeah he's free in his heart but at night in the dark

you know the man

he's still the boss

and it's hot-wired

too tired for being who he's been

car theft

what's left? he ain't ever going back again

he ain't ever going back to tie himself to the whipping pole

his american dream like the county line sign that he shot full of holes

he walked through the gate last thursday

and headed on into town

what did he see but a cadillac there

with all it's windows down

and it's broke down

hands bound

and it's back to who he was

no change. it seems strange

it ain't ever been push to shove

and now he's going back

to tie himself to the whipping pole

his american dream like the county line sign

that he shot full of holes

to his american dream like the county line sign

that he shot full of holes