Dixie is a scourge and a scar nand a girl in my heart nand a state of mind.nnJesus is the man with a plan...nhe's a short haired Mexican friend of mine.nnThis small town crowd will drag you down--ncan't leave your past behind.nWipers in the rain tapping out time...ncoming up on a new state line.nnI wanna be a jailbird,nfrom the prison of my own damn mind.nGonna get me a fast car,nset out and see what I can find.nBrick up the well of tears and disappear---nleave myself behind.nI wanna be a jailbirdnfrom the prison of my own damn mind.nnMidnight, take a short cutnthrough the downtown cemetary.nNo stepping on graves.nCheck the statue of the Virgin Mary.nShe's catching moonlight in the shadows---nrevealing spider webs.nCan you see the black widownhung between our lady's hands?nnI wanna be a jailbirdnfrom the prison of my own damn mind.nGonna get me a fast car,nset out and see what I can find.nBrick up the well of tears and disappear---nleave myself behind.nI wanna be a jailbirdnfrom the prison of my own damn mind.nnNow used to be when I was young nI was so hungry for oblivion.nMy thoughts would linger nlike fingers in a deadly web.nBut in time, as sorrow showed it's face,nin kind I learned to ache for grace.nTo work and pray to one day bendelivered whole, alive and free.nnI wanna be a jailbird,nfrom the prison of my own damn mind.nGonna get me a fast car,nset out and see what I can find.nBrick up the well of tears and disappear---nleave myself behind.nI wanna be a jailbirdnfrom the prison of my own damn mind.