Tom: D major•
Verse 1
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I was born in Remington
And paroled from Richfield Prison
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In the winter of '81
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I was free and on the streets of Indiana
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I'd just turned thirty- two
Just a man with nowhere left to run
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No differ ent, sir, than you
Verse 2
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Me and Pat, we married in the spring
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Moved in with her Ma and Pa
On our wedding night she sighed,
"Jimmy
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We can have anything we want"
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It was for those things we wanted
We worked as hard as two
But somehow in the end, mister
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This didn't do no good
Verse 3
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The prison got me drivin' delivery
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For Mr. Wills over in Ridgeside
Well, I started loadin'
a little extra
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And I'd sell it on the side
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I didn't like what I was doin'
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I didn't lose no sleep at night
Mr. Wills, he was a rich man
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He'd been a rich man all his life
Verse 4
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I was on the loadin' dock one evening
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When I heard the warehouse phone
The dispatcher said, "Jim,
they wanna see you
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In the front office 'fore you go home"
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All Mr. Wills said was, "I don't understand
I could send you back to
If you needed some extra money, Jim
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All you had to do was ask"
Interlude 1
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Verse 5
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Well, that night me and Pat,
we had a fight
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I was out drivin' 'round in the rain
With a fifth of gin and a half tank of gas
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And ten dollars to my name
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I passed a deserted liquor store
I turned and pulled into that parking lot
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Got out but I let my motor run
Verse 6
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Well, I stood lookin' in the window
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For a long, long while
When I walked in the man
behind the register
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He looked at me and smiled
we're havin' out there
Can I help you find somethin',
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friend?"
I didn't answer, I just stood there
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Then I turned around and went
Verse 7
I don't know how long I sat
in my driveway
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My shirt was covered in sweat
The house was dark when I went in
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Pat was lyin' awake in bed
I was standin' in the doorway
She said, "I was worried,
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where'd you been so long?"
I felt her arms around me
She said, "Jimmy,
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I'm so glad you're home"
Verse 8
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Richfield Prison stands on a high hill
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Where the county line runs out
And there's a whistle that blows
every time a man comes in
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Or a man gets out
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That night we lay wrapped in
each other's arms
I heard that Richfield whistle blowin'
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Just blowin' in my dreams
Outro 1
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