Steel And Stone byThomas Young

Duration

4:28

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

He was a heading,out of his comfort zone, He was a shaking,and frightened to the bone, Riding in that paddy wagon,he was all alone, Heading to that little room,made of Steel And Stone, He was a fugitive,so they, all say, Now he was going, to the big house,to pay If he behaves,he might get out someday, And if he don't,he'll just waste away, Chorus They say he had a wife,and a young family, What was he thinking,was he blind and could not see, Now he might not,ever be set free, He might as well study up,and get down on one knee, Bridge Well he was always bold as brass,and a bit brash, But in that pen,he might need a stash, He might want to party,with a bit of hash, Without that,his party might crash, He's a going to find out,he needs a friend or two, Or his time in there,will be hard to do, He won't want to,bend over, to tie his shoe, He'll be hanging out with,a different crew, Chorus+Bridge As time went by,he might just find, That his wife took up,with a different kind, She just got tired,of being left behind, And people,started staring,and playing with her mind, Well he got tired,and he couldn't take no more, So one day,when they came, and locked his door, He ended his life,just one day before, His thirty-fifth birthday,he was hurt to the core, He was hardly thirty-five,and hurt to the core ! Chorus