Twenty-five to life deep in the swamps of the LSP
There´s no way out but you can have a chance to feel free
Old Burl Cain´s been known to put on a show
I´m gonna take my chance at the Angola rodeo

So while I do my time
I´m gonna whoop me some bovines
And be a king for a day
If it´s only for a little while

I´ll be an all-round cowboy ropin´ like Cadillac Jack
Ride a mustang round the ring, no saddle, it´s called bareback

And when they open up that chute
I´ll take the chit right off that brute
I´ll have my commissary stocked
With all my rodeo Loot

Well, I found myself starin´ down the nose of a Brahma bull

I got weak in my knees and the sweat started to pool
??? chasin´ me around the ring
I shot up that wall just searchin´ for somewhere to cling

I saw blood drippin´ down his horn
I knew then that I´d been gored
Hell, anything´s better than
Sittin´ in a cell bein´ bored

I spent sixteen weeks just healin´ in infirmary
Compared to Camp J that was quite a luxury
Said, "Doctor please, give me some morphine
And go easy on me, buddy, ´cause those beasts can´t conquer me"

You know I´ll be here next year

I got nothin´ left to fear
And when you´re ??? time
You can shed a couple of tears