Mark

It was Christmas of '71 When the feds caught up to me The Laporte National Bank Ain't no place for chiseling After four months in the wind The judge had no mercy So he buried me deep In Terre Haute's pen When I finally came up for air There was none left to breathe And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared This prison done took the man right out of me It was only the second year Of a nine year stretch That the girls got hungry And Julie got sick She was working the streets at night Just trying to pay the bills And I was staring down the barrel Of seven hard years When I finally came up for air There was none left to breathe And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared This prison done took the man right out of me Years after I was free Living back home My fightin caught up to me When I took out a loan How was I to know an old man Broken from war Would shoot his kin For a couch on a dirt floor When I finally came up for air There was none left to breathe And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared This prison done took the man right out of me Yeah this prison done took the man right out of me