Angola

(álbum: Bossier City - 2007)

Well I was born in Bossier Parish, 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
Drinking beer and playing football, fishing 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 doing life for murder, in this penitentiary
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of being free

We graduated high school, back in '98
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 doing life for murder, in this penitentiary
Just a young man in Angola, seen the last of being free

And then one day it happened, and the wild men got the call
And Jackie he'd been talking, 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
The tattoo just says "Haughton", and that's the place I love the best, yeah