Mark Lyrics

It was Christmas of '71

When the feds caught up to me

The Laporte National Bank

Ain't no place for chiseling

After four months in the wind

The judge had no mercy

So he buried me deep

In Terre Haute's pen

When I finally came up for air

There was none left to breathe

And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared

This prison done took the man right out of me

It was only the second year

Of a nine year stretch

That the girls got hungry

And Julie got sick

She was working the streets at night

Just trying to pay the bills

And I was staring down the barrel

Of seven hard years

When I finally came up for air

There was none left to breathe

And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared

This prison done took the man right out of me

Years after I was free

Living back home

My fightin caught up to me

When I took out a loan

How was I to know an old man

Broken from war

Would shoot his kin

For a couch on a dirt floor

When I finally came up for air

There was none left to breathe

And I'm too far gone to remember when I cared

This prison done took the man right out of me

Yeah this prison done took the man right out of me