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jon wayne (david vaught) - texas jailcell lyrics

[intro]
mr. engineer, faders up

[verse 1]
what kinda jail cell is this?
i’m sitting here with a drunken indian
grinning like a mule eating garlic
and he keeps tryna get his hands on my majosha
lemme tell ya, i’ve been perjured
i told the officer who i was
and it didn’t seem to make any difference

[chorus]
he just said “don’t drop the soap
don’t smoke no dope
better get a lawyer, son
better get a real good one
ya better get yourself a suit and tie
ya better gеt your hair cut way up high”

[verse 2]
that’s what the officer told me
sh+t, i didn’t do nothing
i was just driving my car
what’s thе matter, jim?
jesus
lemme outta here, ossifer
lemme see if the judge… judge?
ah, there goes the indian again
get your hands off my f+cking majosha
you know who i am, buddy, officer?
this indian says he needs some s+xual healing
i said… if i got anything to say
i’ll say it with a lead, yeah
[chorus]
but i ain’t gonna drop the soap, nope
i ain’t gonna smoke no dope
i’m gonna get a lawyer, son
i’m gonna get me a good one

[outro]
you wanna sit… this cell, sitting…
lemme outta here, will ya, godd+mn it!
ossifer?
ossifer?
get me away from this indian, anyway
at least for the weekend
ugh, dammit
i’m talking to you!
what kinda jail cell is this?
it’s a texas jail cell

- jon wayne david vaught lyrics

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