Trouble

Trouble went walking out of town and walked right to Virginia
Sat down in a cell in correctional hell and tapped a shoulder with his finger
Talked to the mind in a way that was kind and the boy couldn’t stop him, he said
Boy don’t you want to be free, oh boy don’t you want to be free

Inmates don’t make the laws that send the congressmen to jail
Beggars can’t be choosers and justice never fails
Did he hang, was he hung, did he do it, was it done - the dead can’t answer
Boy, don’t you want to be free, oh boy don’t you want to be free

Kill the lies and kill the law, kill all of those who saw
Kill your heart and kill yourself, kill for your mental health
Kill my heart and kill me, you can’t kill what murder makes us be
Boy, don’t you want to be free, oh boy don’t you want to be free

Trouble jumped ship and headed out west where he heard the days were longer
Sat himself down in another part of town and started this all over
It won’t be long, he’s just been gone, and the broken record plays again
Boy, don’t you want to be free, oh boy don’t you want to be free