Goin' Fishin'

My friend got out of jail today I picked him up and he just said Hi It was a victimless crime He said I'm never going back But I bet he will & I wonder why He was such a good guy But now he's got it all wrong The days down in the tap room Blinking in the butter light The bridges hanging With river mist & birth right Who would have thought This could make such a right Such a wrong Hell I've got places to go he said He's burning rubber There's mud in your eye Making your plans while 30 years of a half life Just passes you by We were such bail birds We had nothing to pack The days down in the map room Worryin' about the same things Just leave the mess For cabbages & kings I'm gonna get on that train And I ain't coming back