The Jailhouse

[girlfriend]

Sittin in my easy chair
Takin in the sights
Have no money have no cares
Wonderin what'll do tonite

Motorin on down the coast
Foggy weather seen no ghosts
Waves are pumpin four feet tall
Lonely stretches of beach wall
Miles go by like butterred toast

Passin rows of Torrey Pines
Standin tall all in a line
Take the curve just over fifty
Shift into 4th alittle nifty
Knockin over my bottle of wine

See a town come into view
Up ahead a stoplight maybe two
Police car siren at my rear
Start to shed a lonely tear
Do I run or make due

Officer Jones reads me my rights
Pay the fine or spend my nights
In city jail without my stuff
I exclaimed enough is enough
Where does my name I write

.....$180......

Jane