Molly Hatchet - The Price You Pay Lyrics
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The Price You Pay
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What Are The Lyrics For The Price You Pay By Molly Hatchet?
There's a small jail in Georgia that you all know
Where the sun's so hot and the daylight don't show. Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand You can hear the hound dogs howling out the land. It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay. I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby I've been sittin' here so damn long I'm startin' to cry The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die. It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay. Oh, honk on it, boy A little jail cell blues here I shot a man in Macon over a poker game I killed another in Atlanta just to build my fame Well, know I hear them hammers, they're pounding out my name. It ain't the way I wanted it, But that's the price you pay. It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay. Hey jailer, how about that water my throat's still dry Four walls, steel bars, I've been watching passersby I've been sittin' here so damn long I'm starting to cry The hangman's coming, I'm surely going to die. It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay (repeat) It ain't the way I wanted it, But Lord that's the price you pay. Oh, you done run out of rope, son. |
Who Wrote The Price You Pay By Molly Hatchet?
Bob Huckaba, Cecil Berrier, Danny Joe Brown, Steven Jerome Holland
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What's The Duration Of The The Price You Pay By Molly Hatchet?The duration of The Price You Pay is 3:05 minutes and seconds. |
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