Six Strings, and a Body Like Sin

[Verse 1] I wake with the dawn, chain on my leg, Dreamin’ 'bout the shape that made me beg. Lord, she had a waist like a highway bend, And a neck so smooth, it could make you transcend. [Verse 2] Her voice would hum low when I held her right, Moanin’ through the bars of a lonesome night. She used to lay soft right across my knee, Now I just play time in cell block three. [Chorus] Yeah, I miss her curves, I miss her tone, The way she’d sing when we were alone. She had a body made for midnight sin— Mahogany love and a rosewood grin. She ain't no woman, but she sure knew how To make a broken man take a sacred vow. [Verse 3] Her back had a tattoo of cigarette burns, Each one a note from the lessons I learned. I'd pluck her strings, she'd ease my mind, Now I'm strummin’ bars and doin’ time. [Bridge] Warden laughs when I start to cry, Says, “Son, your gal done kissed goodbye.” But he don’t know what she meant to me— A lady with frets and a soul set free. [Chorus] Yeah, I miss her curves, I miss her tone, The way she’d wail when I was alone. She had a body made for midnight sin— Maple hips and an ivory chin. Ain’t no flesh, but she still haunts me, My six-string ghost in penitentiary. [Outro - Spoken, over soft pickin’] I ain’t never held a woman right… But I held her. And God… she held me back.