text: Got out of prison back in 86 and I found a wife
  Walked the clean and narrow
  Just trying to stay out and stay alive
  Got a job at the rendering plant, it isnt going to make me rich
  In the darkness before dinner comes
  Sometimes I can feel the itch
  I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
  Im sick of doing straight time
  My uncles at the evening table
  Makes his living running hot cars
  Slips me a hundred dollar bill says
  Charlie you best remember who your friends are
  I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
  Im sick of doing straight time
  Eight years in it feels like youre going to die
  You get used to anything
  Sooner or later it just becomes your life
  Kitchen floor in the evening tossing my little babies high
  Marys smiling but shes watching me out of the corner of her eye
  Seems you cant get any more than half free
  I step out onto the front porch and suck the cold air deep inside of me
  I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line
  Im sick of doing straight time
  In the basement hunting gun and a hacksaw
  Sip a beer and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor
  Come home in the evening, cant get the smell from my hands
  Lay my head down on the pillow and
  Go drifting off into foreign lands