歌词
Oh well you say you're gonna cut me
Put me six feet under
Better listen to me buddy
To what I've got to say
I ain't a bad man
That's plain to see
But bad men don't mess around with me
Oh well I'm fresh out of prison
Ten years in San Quentin
Lost my wife and family
Don't feel so nice
So before you reach
For that blade
I didn't do that time just for shooting dice
I wasn't looking for trouble
I never do
But the man I killed
Acted just like you
Well I had a little boy
Like the one you've got
Though you ain't much
I guess you're all he's got
You better go home
Just walk away
Better go home and throw that blade away
Oh well I had a little boy
Like the one you've got
Though you ain't much
I guess you're all he's got
You better go home
Just walk away
Better go home and throw that blade away
