[Verse 1: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, train-beat flying] Twenty years inside the state pen and the rodeo's in town Warden sets a card table in the middle of the ground Four of us in stripes and folding chairs, a deck nobody deals Purse of five hundred dollars for the one who keeps his heels Last man sittin' takes it all, the other three can crawl Out the gate they let a bull the size of the cellblock wall I been sittin' still since I was barely twenty-two Sittin' still in a six by eight is the one thing I can do [Chorus: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, hell-bent] Deal me in, I ain't gettin' up Let him snort and let him paw and let him run amok I been sittin' twenty years, I can sit a little more Deal me in and nail my boots into the floor [Verse 2: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, twangy guitar biting] Bull comes out the chute like the devil's runnin' late First man hits the fence and he's hangin' on the gate Second man is in the air, he's flappin' like a flag Third man's chair goes flyin' and he's crawlin' like a rag Then it's me and the ace of spades and a horn against my shirt Crowd is on its feet and I can taste the arena dirt Warden's on the rail, he's yellin', Hollis, run, you fool I just fold my hands and sit there like a boy in Sunday school [Chorus: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, hell-bent] Deal me in, I ain't gettin' up Let him snort and let him paw and let him run amok I been sittin' twenty years, I can sit a little more Deal me in and nail my boots into the floor [Bridge: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, hoofbeat charge, the snare turned to hooves] Here he comes, the ground is shakin' Here he comes, the table's quakin' Here he comes, two feet away And he stops, and he lays down where I stay [Verse 3: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, grinning through it] Big old nose is in my hand, he's breathin' on my wrist Smellin' feed and Sunday mornin' and a calf I used to kiss Raised him on the prison farm, I bottle-fed him through the snow Named him Parole, the only one of us who's gonna go Warden hands me the purse and the crowd is hollerin' my name Sent it home to Mama's church, and I'd sit down again the same [Chorus: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, hell-bent] Deal me in, I ain't gettin' up Let him snort and let him paw and let him run amok I been sittin' twenty years, I can sit a little more Deal me in and nail my boots into the floor [Outro: Hell-for-leather outlaw-country male lead, twangy guitar rings out] Deal me in, I ain't gettin' up [End]
