(Rodney Crowell)
I looked for trouble and found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawmanâs gun
Iâd try to run but I donât think I can
If I move Iâm a dead man
Ainât livinâ long like this
I canât live at all like this can I baby
He slipped the cuffs on behind my back
Then left me freezing on a steel rail rack
They got âem all in the jailhouse donât they baby
I ainât livinâ long like this
Canât live at all like this can I baby
Grew up in Houston off a wayside drive
Son of a carhop in an all-night dive
He drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember is a drunk manâs breath
Ainât livinâ long like this
I canât live at all like this can I baby
We know the story how the wheel goes âround
Donât let âem take you to the man downtown
I canât sleep at all in the jailhouse can I baby
Ainât livinâ long like this
I canât live at all like this can I baby
I live for Angel sheâs the roadhouse queen
Make Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee
I want to love her but I donât know how
Iâm at the bottom of the jailhouse now
Ainât livinâ long like this
I canât live at all like this can I baby
You know the story âbout the jailhouse rock
Go on and do it just donât get caught
They got âem all in the jailhouse donât they baby
Ainât livinâ long like this
I canât live at all like this can I baby
Ainât livinâ long like this
I swear I canât live at all like this can I baby
Oh baby
Take it home for me
Ainât livinâ long like this am I baby
