I’ve lived long enough to see lots of friends, acquaintances, relatives and interesting strangers land themselves in jail, and I count myself lucky to be on this side of those bars. Fact is, we’re all just one bad decision away from incarceration. This story is pure fiction, but it comes from a well-informed corner of my imagination.
(I just realized that I had somehow neglected to post this song. Maybe that’s because I just don’t have any presentable recordings of this song. I’ll try to do something about that. Meanwhile, please enjoy.)
© 2001 Bryan Masters D E A He bought a $20 pistol in a local shop D E A somehow they both got loaded and they both went off E They both went off and they caught him in a stolen ford A with the pistol in question and some powder he scored E when the deal was down and the deed was done A E A he was serving 20 years and turning 21 A D and he cried dear God what have I done A E A singing Lord have mercy on your wayward son Turning 21 as they held him in the county jail his fears growing stronger as the liquor failed said he had a cell waiting at the county hotel he was praying that the judge would send him straight to hell straight to hell with a bullet and a stolen ford and a full clip of promises for his dear lord and no clear memory of how he fell with a $20 pistol to an 8-foot cell and he cried dear God what have I done praying Lord have mercy on your wayward son he bought a $20 pistol in a local shop somehow they both got loaded and they both went off The both went off and he cried Lord what have I done God have mercy on your wayward son Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP