Left my home I was 17 and I was looking for a jobWhen I met those no good friends of mineThey gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to robSaid they'd always be there down the lineBe there down the lineI got my very first 12 gaugeI got half a dozen shellsI come to find that one was all I needI didn't waste no time a thinkin I got right down to the jobThat night a grown man to bleedA grown man to bleedThere ain't no romance in 25 to lifeStill a kid I'll probly die in my cellAt night I worry no dog, no son, no wifeI did it all with a lone shotgon shellWhoa shotgon shellWell I run up into the country store I demanded the cashHad a bag in my left hand a gun in my rightWith the feeling a little ahead before it all happened oh to fastThat shot rang out cold as the nightCold as the nightA dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowing from his mouthHe had his eyes wide open they were staring back at mineThe judge come out put the gavel down his voice was mighty loudYa done wrong but boy you'll do the timeBoy you'll do the timeThere ain't no romance in 25 to lifeStill a kid I'll probly die in my cellAt night I worry no dog, no son, no wifeI did it all with a lone shotgun shellWhoa shotgun shellThere ain't no romance in 25 to lifeI'm still a kid I'll probly die in my cellAt night I worry no dog, no son, no wifeI did it all, did it all to myselfWhoa, a shotgun shellWhoa, a shotgun shell
