Fulton County Blues

Well, I know that I am wrong, been lying all along The truth would set me free, but the truth is I'm not me Can't blame it on bad luck, can't tell you I'm a schmuck Can't get myself unstuck, can't even give a f*ck I got the Fulton County blues if I go to jail Won't get stabbed or bruised before I make that bail Won't pay for all the evil I set forth Won't save you or save your silly little earth Now, putting me in jail might make the people you hate mad But putting me in jail might make you wish you never had Cause putting me in jail will make your biggest problem small And putting me in jail ain't putting me in jail at all I got the Fulton County blues if I go to jail Won't get stabbed or bruised before I make that bail Won't pay for all the evil I set forth Won't save you or save your silly little earth But honestly, you know I wish it would And honestly, you know I wish it could But honesty is just a broken little word When honesty is just something you heard So I hope you still don't mind seeing my face every day And I hope you still don't mind me using your grandfather as prey And I hope you still all like hearing my silly little name And I hope you still all like having someone else to blame I got the Fulton County blues if I go to jail Won't get stabbed or bruised before I make that bail Won't pay for all the evil I set forth Won't save you or save your silly little earth Your silly little earth Won't save your silly little earth