Song Description
A song about a young man trying to stay out of trouble - but finding it regardless. In the end he decides to go straight and tow the line to keep his girl.
| Song Length |
2:49 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Glad, Content |
Subject |
Fun, Prison |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I got my teacher on my back, Babe,
Aw she won't let me be
Well she caught me cuttin' classes
Round about quarter to three
She said "Boy without fail,
You'll end up in Spy Hill Jail!"
So I took my guitar down to
Stephen Avenue Mall,
I wasn't causin' no trouble,
Just a little buskin' that's all
Cop said "Boy hit the trial
or I'll take you up to Spy Hill Jail!"
Drove my Dodge up the Deerfoot
Doin' 'least a hundred forty-three
Saw the red and blue a flashin'
Caught me up by Airdrie
Judge said "There ain't no bail
When you're up in Spy Hil Jail!"
So now no more misbehavin'
Gotta keep my punk nose squeaky clean
I ditched my bad new amigos
And made my Baby my queen
Cause she won't pay my bail
If I end on up in Spy Hill Jail!