The Price You Pay (Album Version)

The Price You Pay - Molly Hatchet
Theres a small jail in georgia you all know
Where the suns so hot and the daylight dont show
Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand
You can hear the hound dog howling out the land
It aint the way I wanted it
But lord thats the price you pay
I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry
Four walls steel bars Ive been watching passersby
Ive been sitting here so long Im starting to cry
The hangmans coming Im surely going to die
It aint the way I wanted it
But lord thats the price you pay
Oh honk on it boy
I shot a man in macon over a poker game
I killed another in atlanta just to build my fame
Well now I hear the hammers theyre pounding out my name
It aint the way I wanted it
But thats the price you pay
It aint the way I wanted it
But lord thats the price you pay
Hey jailer how about that water my throats still dry
Four walls steel bars Ive been watching passersby
Ive been sitting here so damn long Im starting to cry
The hangmans coming Im surely going to die
It aint the way I wanted it
But lord thats the price you pay
It aint the way I wanted it
But lord thats the price you pay
Oh you done out of rope son It aint the way I wanted it But lord thats the price you pay