Ten years in the jailer's eye. An' I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby. Looking at my life go by. Falling in the streets I'm broke. An' I'm laughing at the poor man.
I'm tired of the city life,. Summer's on the run,. People tell me I should stay. But I got to get my fun. So don't try to hold me back. There ain't nothing you can say.