Here I Sit in Prison (Yipee-I-Yay) - Cowboy Mouth

Here I sit in prison

Guilty of a crime

Yes it’s true I killed a man

But it was justified

Yes he was a friend of mine

He came into my home

Made off with my woman

And he left me here alone

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Damn these iron bars are cold

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Here in prison I’ll grow old

Here I sit in prison

She often visits me

Tells me that she’s sorry

She wishes I were free

Said she never loved him

Only wished I’d stayed

Wish she would stop talkin

Wish she’d go away

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Damn these iron bars are cold

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Here in prison I’ll grow old

Here I sit in prison

I don’t give a damn

Shoot the bastard over

If they gave me half a chance

Only wished for one thing

Only wish instead

I had kept on shootin'

Until both of them were dead

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Damn these iron bars are cold

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Here in prison I’ll grow old

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Damn these iron bars are c-c-cold

Yipee-I-Yay

Yipee-I-Yo

Here in prison I’ll grow old

I said damn these iron bars are cold

Here in prison I’ll grow — old