Son Of a Prison Guard
There was a mountain on the table of bills that needed paidDishes in the kitchen sink like dreams that never fade.A wild imagination of convicts in the yard,Never enough time to make ends meetSo they put it on a credit card, don't we all?
You may not know just where you came from, but once upon a timeThere was a carpenter, a bartender, a broken fishing line.Just south of Royal Teeth in the town that I came from,There were architects and astronautsBut the only one she loved was a prison guard.
And that's the only time I ever saw true love.
And Erica's a girl I liked in GeorgiaAlone and kept me warm in Eugene.I guess my mother bless her heartSet the bar too high to startWhat's fine enough for me is just too hardFor a son of a prison guard.
There's a gate that needed painting, clothes that needed clean.They'd say there's time enough for that when the fun has all been seen.'Cause when we're laying on our death bed, a promise we won't sayWish we would have worked more, babyInstead of loving you that way, no way.
And that's the only time I ever saw true love.
Segourney is a girl I met in BrooklynHerris got me close in New OrleansI guess my mother bless her heartSet the bar too high to startWhat's fine enough for me is just too hardFor a son of a prison guard.
I go wherever you are, whoever you areI go wherever you are, whoever you areI go wherever you are, whoever you areI go wherever you are.
Betty is a girl I knew in Charlotte...left for Sydney yesterday.I guess my mother bless her heartSet the bar too high to startWhat's fine enough for me is just too hardFor a son of a prison guard.
Whoever you are