G       C  F       C 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
G       C  F       C 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

     G                  F   C
I've landed myself in a jam
  G                      F           C
I knew it the moment the prison door slammed
  G                       F        C       D
I shot a man dead just to show how tough I am
C         D
It wasn't planned

The way it went down it was late
I got a bit fresh with some other man's date
He met me outside and that's where he met his fate
A big mistake

G         F          C        G
My lawyer said I had no "just cause"
                     F         C         G
And the best I could do was to clutch at straws
        C            F
Now you son-of-a-gun, look at what you've done

G       C  F       C 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
G       C  F       C 
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

My record was no help at all
I've got a string of convictions since juvenile hall
I stood up in court and they nailed me to the wall
(And that was all...)
The jury were sure that I lied
It took all of ten minutes for those good people to decide
The judge hid a smile as he sentenced me with pride
Nobody cried

        G          F        C        G
Now I'm looking at twenty before parole
                  F           C       G
By the time I get out of here I'll be old
        C           F                      G  C  F  G
Now you son-of-a-gun, look at what you've done
    C           F
You son-of-a-gun, you're missing all the fun

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

D                    C      D                        G     F  G
What I wouldn't give now to have a good time with my friends
    D               C           D            C    A
And what I wouldn't give now to live my life over again
   C
I'd do it all over again!

G  C  F  C (four times)

I'm sick of the everyday grind
And in a world without women's about to make me go blind
They say life goes on but, then, I put mine behind
Just doing time. Just doing time
I got the conviction that I was framed
But I'll still be stuck in here all the same
Now, you son-of-a-gun, look at what you've done
Yeah, you son-of-a-gun, you're missing all the fun

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Transcribed by Brad Launikonis

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