I'm going home, to see my kin
I'm gonna tell my little cousin just where I've been
Well, the trouble with livin' is you gotta get it done
Keep on a sinnin' and you're always on the run
Making lots of trouble, keep' 'em hanging on the line
If you ever stop a-moving well, then they'll hang you out to dry, yeah
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Well, used to waste my time breaking rocks up on the hill
'Til I got a little anxious and the warden got killed
People take it bad when they find out where I been
They take it even harder when they found out what I done
Yeah
I'm goin' home, yeah, to see my kin
I'm gonna tell my little sister just where I've been
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Here, right here, right now
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Well, I never want to say I've been having no fun
Knocking on the door with a big shotgun
Driving all night to a greasy little town
Where I'm sure to get my fill of the trouble going 'round
Yeah
And I'm sleeping on the highway with a loaded .44
Get up in the morning, put the pedal to the floor
If the police ever come to the river so wide
You know they won't get me 'cause I'm on the other side
Yeah
I'm goin' home, Lord, to see my kin
Yeah, you know I'll never tell my sweet little mother just where I've been
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Yeah, and the trouble with livin' is you gotta get it done
Keep on a-sinnin' and you're always on the run
Making lots of trouble, keep 'em hanging on the line
If you ever stop a moving, then they'll hang you out to dry
Yeah