Highballers Doing Time In Pennsylvania Lyrics

Well it ain't a pretty picture
This life I chose to lead
Some take me, some will leave me
I don't care because I've got all I need.
Whiskey was the only friend that
Never lied to me.
And it carried me across the Ohio state line, son
After six months here I'll be.

And that's doing time in Pennsylvania
For drinking and fighting, two things that I know well.
I was not made for God or family.
Lord, I was made for raising hell.

It never was a question.
That I was meant to be alone.
The couch that I pass out on
Son, that's what I call home.
Tomorrow's another life lord
Well, I'm living for today.
And the next thirty Sundays
Well, I've found a place to stay. And that's doing time in Pennsylvania
For drinking and fighting, that's things that I know well.
I was not made for God or family.
Lord, I was made for raising hell.
(Come on let's raise some hell.)

'A rebel and a rounder,, ' that's words I heard before.
That's what that warden called me
When he slammed the cell block doors'yeah.
I ain't long to live in this world
As anyone can see.
You can call me what you like son
I'm gonna be be what I will be.

And that's doing time in Pennsylvania
For drinking and fighting, that's things that I know well.
I was not made for God or family.
Lord, I was made for raising hell.

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