Ain’t Livin’ Long Like This Foghat

R. Crowell - Jolly Cheeks Music - BMI

I looked for trouble and I found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun
I'd try to run but I don't think I can
You make one move and you're a dead man, friend

Ain't livin' long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back
Then left me freezin' on a steel rail rack
Can't sleep at all in the jailhouse baby
Ain't livin' long like this

Grew up in Houston on the wayside drive
Son of a car hop in some all nite dive
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember was a drunk man's breathe

Ain't livin' long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
We know the story how the wheel goes 'round
Don't let 'em take you to the man downtown
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby
Ain't livin' long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby? Ah take it!