Jail Guitar Doors

Jail Guitar Doors - Gilby Clarke
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne
And his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend until the band do well
Then the D E A locked him away
Clang clang go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang go the boots on the floor
Cry cry for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete
Didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
Well there's something wrong
It'll be good for you son
And so they certified him insane
Clang clang go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang go the boots on the floor
Cry cry for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang go the jail guitar doors
And then there's Keith
Waiting for trial $25 thousand bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
So his friends carry on anyway fuck 'em!
Clang clang go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang go the boots on the floor
Cry cry for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang go the jail guitar doors
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