Lyrics

Down in a southern border town,
found some trouble strolling along

Thought she was 18, but I was wrong
Now I’m in a courthouse writing a redemption song

Sleeping in a cold, hard country cell
Sleeping in a cold, hard country cell

Lawyer gave up, told me I could go to hell
C’est la vie say the old folks,
goes to show you never can tell

Gonna shoot that sonofabitch,
gonna shoot that sonofabitch

Getting tired of the same old legal pitch
I could be free but instead I’m digging my ditch

(Repeat)