jailed up...in cells, i went
roomed with gents...time got spent
no phone...no pool...just sweat
and expensive cigarettes
you spend...long hours of pall and gloom
in a...eight by twelve four man room
then a man...is seen...who then deems
"freed on parole"

there's no car...hop a train
destination...still not plain
all worn out...still confused
i'm amazed they turned me loose
i greet ol' hobos, i have found
use the train to get around
and the...engine steams...as i scream
"freed on parole"

they have sensed an intruder here
i'm thrown off the train
tossed off in chagrin
and tossed off in shame
and here i am, pitched out
and not near a town
i'm truly shocked..i must walk
there's nothing around

and then...right back to jail, i went
doomed...to have more time spent
i stole...a cool..corvette
i ain't had my hearing yet
i'll spend long hours inside this tomb
till they...take me to that little room
where a man...is seen...who may deem
"freed on parole"