Turnpike Troubadours - Angola lyrics
[Turnpike Troubadours - Angola lyrics]
In Northern Louisian'
Just a few miles south of Fillmore
Where my daddy owned some land
And we were thick as a pair of thieves
My buddy Jack and me
Drinkin' beer and playin' football
Fishin' on them creeks
Oh but now my life it seems like
Some old country song you know
Lord I just turned 21
And there's no chance of parole
And I'm doin' life for murder
In this penitentiary
Just a young man in Angola
Seen the last of bein' free
We graduated high school, back in '98
We tried to live the clean life
But the clean life didn't pay
Then a friend of a friend of a friend of
Ours had a way to make ends meet
And he gave us a crash course
In southern chemistry
Oh but now my life it seems like
Some old country song you know
Lord I just turned 21
And there's no chance of parole
And I'm doin' life for murder
In this penitentiary
Just a young man in Angola
Seen the last of bein' free
And then one day it happened
And the wild men got the call
And Jackie he'd been talkin'
With the local law
They stuck him nearly fifty times and
Dumped him in the creek
When the sheriff's found the body
They pointed their bloody hands at me
And I got a tattoo on my shoulder
I got a number on my chest
Tattoo just says "Haughton", that's the
Place I love the best, yeah