Paul: "John Griffith is one of my favorite singers, songwriters, and guitar players that ever lived. I'm lucky to write songs with him and this is one of them here"
Here I sit in prison guilty of a crime
Yes its 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
Yippie-I-yay yippie-I-yo
Damn these iron bars are cold
Yippie-I-yay yippie-I-yo
Here in prison I'll grow old
Here I sit in prison she often visits me
Tells me that she's sorry and she wishes I were free
Says she never loved him only wish she'd stayed
I wish she would stop talking I wish she'd go away
Yippie-I-yay yippie-I-yo
Damn these iron bars are cold
Yippie-I-yay yippie-I-yo
Here in prison I'll grow old
Here I sit in prison and I don't give a damn
I'd shoot the bastard over If they gave me half a chance
I only wish for one thing I only wish instead
I'd kept on shootin' until both of them were dead
Yippie-I-yay yippie-I-yo
Damn these iron bars are cold
Yippie-I-yay yippie-I-yo
Here in prison I'll grow old
Damn these iron bars are cold
Here in prison I'll grow old