![]() 'Prison'A Poem by Michael Stevens![]() The Johnny Cash song, minus the talent!![]() ![]() Johnny Cash--'Jackson' We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout, We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out. I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around, Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, Look out Jackson town. Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health. Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself, Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair! Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson. See if I care. When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!) All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how, I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat. 'Cause I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye, " that's all she wrote. But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg. They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound, With your tail tucked between your legs, Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man. And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan, Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout, We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went. I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact. Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back. Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout' And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went... NOT Johnny Cash--'Prison' I got busted in a pawn shop, was stupid, there is no doubt should have left in a hurry, but like a dumb s**t I hung around I robbed the place, now I'm going down Oh s**t, going to prison, Look out, I'm prison-bound Yeah, when I get there I'll walk through the front door Guess I should have stuck to liquor stores Yeah, when I'm in prison, plenty of time for regrets, and I'll think about not doing it anymore When I'm permanently camped on that cell block, ha! I'll be a boy-toy, and how, a prisoner to the lock I'll be in prison, hey, turn loose a-my hair! Yes, I've heard all about prison Damn it, it just ain't fair Won't bend over in prison, or drop the soap getting clean keep a close eye on your backside, if you know what I mean, 'cause you won't like that scene I got busted in a pawn shop, was stupid there's no doubt should have left in a hurry, but like a dumb s**t I hung around I robbed the place, now I'm going down Oh s**t, going to prison, Look out, I'm prison-bound I got busted in a pawn shop, was stupid there's no doubt should have left in a hurry, but like a dumb s**t I hung around © 2017 Michael Stevens |
StatsAuthor![]() Michael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..Writing
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