Straight Time (Springsteen Bruce)

Got out of prison back in '86 and I found me a wife Walked the clean and narrow just tryin' to stay out and stay alive Got a job at the rendering PLANT,it ain't gonna make me rich In the darkness before dinner comes Sometimes I can feel the itch I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line I'm sick of doin straight time My uncles at the evenin' table makes his living runnin' hot cars Slips me a hundred dollar bill, says "Charlie, you best remember who your friend are." I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line I ain't makin' straight time Eight years in, it feels like you're gonna die But you get used to anything Sooner or later it becomes your life Kitchen floor in the evening, tossin' my little babies high Mary's smilin', but she watches me out of the corner of her eye Seems you can't get any more than half free I step out onto the front porch, and suck the cold air deep inside of me Got a cold mind to go tripping cross that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time In the basement, huntin' gun and a hacksaw Sip a beer, and thirteen inches of barrel drop to the floor Come home in the evening, can't get the smell from my hands Lay my head down on the pillow and Go driftin' off to a foreign land