The Price You Pay – AC/DC (Letras)

1 enero, 1900 a0130523 0 comentarios

There s a small jail in georgia you all know,
Where the sun s so hot and the daylight don t show.
Where the moccasin she rests on a soft bed of sand,
You can hear the hound dog howling out the land.
Chorus:
It ain t the way i wanted it.
But lord that s the price you pay.
I said jailer bring me water for my throat is dry,
Four walls, steel bars, i ve been watching passersby,
I ve been sitting here so long i m starting to cry,
The hangman s coming, i m surely going to die.
Chorus:
It ain t the way i wanted it.
But lord that s the price you pay.
Oh, honk on it, boy,
A little jail cell blues here.
Lead break
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 they re pounding out my name.

It ain t the way i wanted it.
But that s the price you pay.
It ain t the way i wanted it.
But lord that s the price you pay.
Hey jailer, how about that water my throat s still dry,
Four walls, steel bars, i ve been watching passersby,
I ve been sitting here so damn long i m starting to cry,
The hangman s coming i m surely going to die.

It ain t the way i wanted it.
But lord that s the price you pay,
(repeat),
It ain t the way i wanted it,
But lord that s the price you pay.
Oh, you done out of rope son.