Thomas Owen - A Patient Man Am I

Six by twelve, cold concrete floor, half a bed to call my home
Three hot meals and privacy, this ain't so bad you know
And it's been so long but I can't forget the way you made me hurt
Twenty-five to life is a small price to give what you deserve

I play back every night the day I put your lover in the dirt
A couple hours early I walked in the door from work
Your bodies twisted up and burled in the bed in which I sleep
I swore to Jesus Christ I wouldn't let that bastard leave
And you cried and screamed, you begged me please just to let you explain
I cracked my teeth, I lost my mind, I forgot my own damn name
I pulled my pistol off my side and I cut him to the floor
I wish I had a second gun so I could shoot him more

One Sunday morning's crack of dawn, for reasons I don't know
They unlocked the gate and cut my chain and they just let me go
They said that I'd behaved and that I'd get a second chance
But all I've done is wait to see my girl for one last dance

I'm watching through your window from the bottom of your drive
Waiting for the darkness come when you turn out your light
You thought that I'd forget girl, but a patient man am I
Sixteen years I've held my breath for what I'll do tonight

It's between me and the good Lord and his old friend down below
Whatever may become the end of this old guilty soul
Lord knows that I don't regret what my baby made me do
Guess I'll have the chair but I'd like the rope if you'd just let me choose
Guess I'll have the chair but I'd like the rope if you'd just let me choose

Written by:
Thomas Miller

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