They almost k**ed me in Temple Hill And cancer took my mom in Louisville Some die young; fate and nature hold the gun And others get to live Why, I don't know They've locked me up in Bowling Green and Glasgow And for good measure, down on the Bayou It ain't no fun in cuffs and shackles, son: Locked up with some a**holes that you don't know I learned to love and laugh and hurt in Nobob And I've cried there more times than I've got socks I don't mind, ‘cause through the sands of time The ups and downs is everything that we've got Now, looking back, I wouldn't change a thing Except maybe all the times that I've been mean Life's hard enough, without jerks and such So won't you all come down and join the family