The Highballers - Doing Time In Pennsylvania Lyrics
Well it ain't a pretty pictureThis life I chose to leadSome take me, some will leave meI don't care because I've got all I need.Whiskey was the only friend thatNever lied to me.And it carried me across the Ohio state line, sonAfter six months here I'll be.And that's doing time in PennsylvaniaFor drinking and fighting, two things that I know well.I was not made for God or family.Lord, I was made for raising hell.It never was a question.That I was meant to be alone.The couch that I pass out onSon, that's what I call home.Tomorrow's another life lordWell, I'm living for today.And the next thirty SundaysWell, I've found a place to stay.And that's doing time in PennsylvaniaFor drinking and fighting, that's things that I know well.I was not made for God or family.Lord, I was made for raising hell.(Come on let's raise some hell.)'A rebel and a rounder,, ' that's words I heard before.That's what that warden called meWhen he slammed the cell block doors'yeah.I ain't long to live in this worldAs anyone can see.You can call me what you like sonI'm gonna be be what I will be.And that's doing time in PennsylvaniaFor drinking and fighting, that's things that I know well.I was not made for God or family.Lord, I was made for raising hell.
