"Federal Pen" genre: Rock
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	A story about crime and punishment...
	CD: Five From Column B Credits: Music & Lyrics by T. Earl Adams
	Lyrics Around here there ain't many choices 'Cause the job market's pretty thin You either leave town or turn to mining Or you work at the federal pen Now, diggin' earth, well, it's damn hard work It's all grandpa ever knew But my daddy he worked as a prison guard And in time I became one too Hey-dee, hey-dee, hi-dee-hi The tall green grass and the soft summer sky Put your cares in the ocean and watch them float And they all went to heaven in a little row boat I was young and foolin' around with a girl named Loreli My and her brother played football Together back at Trenton high Well, I guess I really loved her And I swore my love'd never end So the winter before we was married I took a job at the federal pen (chorus) Now prison, it ain't pretty To survive you gotta stay hard It's true for all of the convicts And it's true for all the guards Well, I did my job and I walked those blocks Every night I put the cons to bed But eventually them clangin' doors Took it's toll inside my head (chorus) A year ago Lori left me She took the kids and lit out on her own Can't really say as I blame her I just reaped the seeds that I had sown Now all I got left is my job From the perimeter on into the yard But now I'm workin' double shifts As a prisoner and as a guard (chorus) © T. Earl Adams

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