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.