here i sit in prison guilty of a crime yes it s true i killed a man but it was justified yes he was a friend of mine he came into my home made off with my woman and he left me here alone yipee i yay yipee i yo damn these iron bars are cold yipee i yay yipee i yo here in prison i ll grow old here i sit in prison she often visits me tells me that she s sorry she wishes i were free said she never loved him only wished i d stayed wish she would stop talkin wish she d go away yipee i yay yipee i yo damn these iron bars are cold yipee i yay yipee i yo here in prison i ll grow old here i sit in prison i don t give a damn shoot the bastard over if they gave me half a chance only wished for one thing only wish instead i had kept on shootin until both of them were dead yipee i yay yipee i yo damn these iron bars are cold yipee i yay yipee i yo here in prison i ll grow old yipee i yay yipee i yo damn these iron bars are c c cold yipee i yay yipee i yo here in prison i ll grow old i said damn these iron bars are cold here in prison i ll grow old
['alternative roots rock', 'pop rock']