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Gilby Clarke - Jail Guitar Doors Gilby Clarke - Jail Guitar Doors |
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One , two, three, four
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne,
And his deals of cocaine,
A little more every day
Holding for a friend till the band do well,
Then the D.E.A. locked him away
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete,
Didn't want no fame,
Gave all his money away
Well there's something wrong,
It's good for you, son
So they certified him insane
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
And then there's Keith,
Waiting for trial, twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down, you won't hear his sound,
So his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em!
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
Jail guitar doors
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