That old quick stop

Where everybody smoked their pot

Is the only thing lit up this time of nightSame six trucks in the parking lot

Cranked up loud like a juke box

Like clockwork, a fight′s gonna bring blue lights

Since I was old enough to breathe

These county lines have been holding me

There's a courthouse square

On the edge of nowhere

By the tracks that ain′t seen a train

With a welcome sign on the side of the road

Faded from the wind and rain

It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell

Where the sentence carries on

Welcome to the prison I call home

Well most folks in this town

They′ll put the old man down

That owns a pub and shares a Sunday pew

As he pours me another drink

I look at him and think that

My only freedom is his bar stool

If I could break the chains that bind me

Well I heard the grass is greener on the other side

Of the courthouse square

On the edge of nowhere

By the tracks that ain′t seen a train

With a welcome sign on the side of the road

Faded from the wind and rain

It ain't hell, it′s a cold jail cell

Where the sentence carries on

Welcome to the prison I call...

Home is where the heart is

It seems I can't let go

So this is where they′ll lay me down

It's the only place I know

Is the courthouse square

On the edge of nowhere

By the tracks that ain′t seen a train

With that welcome sign on the side of the road

Still faded from the wind and rain

It ain't hell, it's a cold jail cell

Where the sentence carries on

Welcome to the prison

Welcome to the prison

Welcome to the prison I call home

That old quick stop