I wasn't able to add anything however, as I was subpoenaed for a court hearing. To make a long setup short, the two met in AA and fell in love. There was a brief honeymoon period, with him going to meetings three times a day and going to church every Sunday and him looking for a job all as he loved up on my roommate, but it came to a rather abrupt end after he borrowed her car, got drunk and ended up on Federal property, netting him one DWI charge. He got an old girlfriend to bail him out after my roommate refused to, and he came by the house and smacked her up while I was napping inside.
ANYHOW, after seeing the nameless fellow come into the courtroom in his prison oranges, a song popped into my head; Folsom Prison blues. Wasting no time, I pulled out a pad and pen and got to work. So here is my current revisions for the tune:
[First Verse]
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
I hope it's full of women,
'Cause, I'm tired of fuckin' men,
I'm stuck in Jessup Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
On down the B and O.
[Third Verse]
I bet that slut's a-suckin',
In a fancy car,
She's probably goin' down,
And smokin' big 'cigars',
Oh, she had it comin',
And I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-fuckin',
And that's what tortures me.
In a fancy car,
She's probably goin' down,
And smokin' big 'cigars',
Oh, she had it comin',
And I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-fuckin',
And that's what tortures me.
[Fourth Verse]
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that little wop was mine,
I'd choke her scrawny ass out,
Farther down the line,
Far from Jessup Prison,
That's where I want to stay,I'd get my ol' 12-gauge,
If that little wop was mine,
I'd choke her scrawny ass out,
Farther down the line,
Far from Jessup Prison,
That's where I want to stay,I'd get my ol' 12-gauge,
And blow her ass away.
...I'm sick, aren't I?