On the freeway in the county, the sun don't shine. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a bati man. Outside my cell, deputies creep. And in this cell, all I do is sleep. And I dream that I'm free and
On the freeway in the county the sun don't shine. I feel, I feel, I feel, I feel a Bati man. And outside my cell deputies creep. And in this cell all I do is sleep and I dream,. That I'm free