That old quick stop
Where everybody smoked their pot
Is the only thing lit up this time of nightSame six trucks in the parking lot
Cranked up loud like a juke box
Like clockwork, a fight′s gonna bring blue lights
Since I was old enough to breathe
These county lines have been holding me
There's a courthouse square
On the edge of nowhere
By the tracks that ain′t seen a train
With a welcome sign on the side of the road
Faded from the wind and rain
It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
Where the sentence carries on
Welcome to the prison I call home
Well most folks in this town
They′ll put the old man down
That owns a pub and shares a Sunday pew
As he pours me another drink
I look at him and think that
My only freedom is his bar stool
If I could break the chains that bind me
Well I heard the grass is greener on the other side
Of the courthouse square
On the edge of nowhere
By the tracks that ain′t seen a train
With a welcome sign on the side of the road
Faded from the wind and rain
It ain't hell, it′s a cold jail cell
Where the sentence carries on
Welcome to the prison I call...
Home is where the heart is
It seems I can't let go
So this is where they′ll lay me down
It's the only place I know
Is the courthouse square
On the edge of nowhere
By the tracks that ain′t seen a train
With that welcome sign on the side of the road
Still faded from the wind and rain
It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell
Where the sentence carries on
Welcome to the prison
Welcome to the prison
Welcome to the prison I call home
That old quick stop
