Wade Skinner - Mark

It was Christmas of '71
When the feds caught up to me
The Laporte National Bank
Ain't no place for chiseling
After four months in the wind
The judge had no mercy
So he buried me deep
In Terre Haute's pen

When I finally came up for air
There was none left to breathe
And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared
This prison done took the man right out of me

It was only the second year
Of a nine year stretch
That the girls got hungry
And Julie got sick
She was working the streets at night
Just trying to pay the bills
And I was staring down the barrel
Of seven hard years

When I finally came up for air
There was none left to breathe
And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared
This prison done took the man right out of me

Years after I was free
Living back home
My fightin caught up to me
When I took out a loan
How was I to know an old man
Broken from war
Would shoot his kin
For a couch on a dirt floor

When I finally came up for air
There was none left to breathe
And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared
This prison done took the man right out of me

Yeah this prison done took the man right out of me

Written by:
Jereme Skinner

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