INTRO: G Am D C GAm They built a prison by the freewayD Just to rub it in It's a gentle reminderC G Of the wages of sinAm The ones on the insideD Are being paid their share There's a hundred storiesC G For every man in thereAm There's marks on the cell wallD There's marks on the men One counts off the time lostC G C The other counts 'til the end CHORUS:G Jailbirds in the big houseAm Jailbirds in the sky Singing of their innocenceEm D C They'll sing by and byG Jailbirds in the big house Jailbirds on a spreeAm Some of them could'a looked like youEm D G Some of them used to look like meAm Well, Teddy was a bad kidD From a bad family tree He was voted most likelyC G To commit a felonyAm And that was just in grade schoolD After that he disappeared They say he moved, or he dropped outC G And he's faded with the yearsAm A red hand in the cookie jarD A foot in potter's field His face was waiting for a numberC G C His fate was aching to be sealed CHORUS:G Jailbirds in the big houseAm Jailbirds in the sky Singing of their innocenceEm D C They'll sing by and byG Jailbirds in the big house Jailbirds on a spreeAm Some of them could'a looked like youEm D G Some of them used to look like me Teddy had a girlfriendAm D Who gave him a place to stay But he left with her TV setC G And a baby on the wayAm And if you should run across himD He could shorten your life With the butt of a pistolC G Or the edge of a knifeAm He'll sing a song of the rock pile Mourning all he hadD All the luck in all the worldC G C And most of it was bad CHORUS:G Jailbirds in the big houseAm Jailbirds in the sky Singing of their innocenceEm D C They'll sing by and byG Jailbirds in the big house Jailbirds on a spreeAm Some of them could'a looked like youEm D G Some of them used to look like me
Jailbirds In The Bighouse
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