Lyrics

Three chords in my pocket and it's going like this
Three chords in my pocket and it's going like this
Got me a rusty bottle cap and a buck knife
To sever these chains

Gona' write me a letter...gona' get me out of this place
Gona' write me a letter...gona' get me out of this place
Ain't gona bother no warden
Or my trusty cell mate

You say it's southern comfort
I say I got the blues
You say it's southern comfort
I say I got the blues
Digging them ol' muddy ditches and singing them ol' tunes

Three chords in my pocket and it's going like this
Three chords in my pocket and it's going like this
A penny for your thoughts
And a nickel left to my name

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