The  Price  You  Pay  -  Molly  Hatchet

  Theres  a  small  jail  in  georgia  you  all  know,

    Where  the  suns  so  hot  and  the  daylight  dont  show.

    Where  the  moccasin  she  rests  on  a  soft  bed  of  sand,

    You  can  hear  the  hound  dog  howling  out  the  land.

    It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it.

  But  lord  thats  the  price  you  pay.

    I  said  jailer  bring  me  water  for  my  throat  is  dry,

    Four  walls,  steel  bars,  Ive  been  watching  passersby,

    Ive  been  sitting  here  so  long  Im  starting  to  cry,

    The  hangmans  coming,  Im  surely  going  to  die.

    It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it.

  But  lord  thats  the  price  you  pay.

    Oh,  honk  on  it,  boy,

    I  shot  a  man  in  macon  over  a  poker  game,

    I  killed  another  in  atlanta  just  to  build  my  fame,

    Well,  now  I  hear  the  hammers  theyre  pounding  out  my  name.

    It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it.

  But  thats  the  price  you  pay.

    It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it.

  But  thats  lord  the  price  you  pay.

    Hey  jailer,  how  about  that  water  my  throats  still  dry,

    Four  walls,  steel  bars,  Ive  been  watching  passersby,

    Ive  been  sitting  here  so  damn  long  Im  starting  to  cry,

    The  hangmans  coming  Im  surely  going  to  die.

    It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it.

  But  lord  thats  the  price  you  pay,

    It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it,

  But  lord  thats  the  price  you  pay.

    Oh,  you  done  out  of  rope  son.  It  aint  the  way  I  wanted  it,  But  lord  thats  the  price  you  pay.