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r. crowell - jolly cheeks music - bmi

i looked for trouble and i found it son,
straight down the barrel of a lawman´s gun.
i´d try to run but i don´t think i can,
you make one move and you´re a dead man, friend.

ain´t livin´ long like this,
can´t live at all like this, can i baby?
he slipped the handcuffs on behind my back,
then left me freezin´ on a steel rail rack.
can´t sleep at all in the jailhouse baby,
ain´t livin´ long like this.

grew up in houston on the wayside drive,
son of a car hop in some all nite dive.
dad drove a stock car to an early death,
all i remember was a drunk man´s breathe.

ain´t livin´ long like this,
can´t live at all like this, can i baby?
we know the story how the wheel goes ´round,
don´t let ´em take you to the man downtown,
they got ´em all in the jailhouse baby.
ain´t livin´ long like this,
can´t live at all like this, can i baby? ah take it!

{erik - solo}

i live for angel, she´s a road house queen,
makes texas ruby look like sandra dee.
i want to love her but i don´t know how,
i´m at the bottom of a jailhouse now.

ain´t livin´ long like this,
can´t live at all like this, can i baby?
you know the story ´bout the jailhouse rock,
go on and do it, but just don´t get caught.
they got ´em all in the jailhouse baby.
oh, ain´t livin´ long like this.
oh no!

{erik - solo}