Behind Every Bar

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Three wilted carrots on the side of my tray
Look almost as bad as I feel
Sad stalks of celery potatoes so stale
Don’t hardly count as a meal

Sure I done wrong and I’ll serve my time
But while Sing Sing is servin’ me this
With the words in my heart of the song on my mind
Forgive me as I reminisce

Behind every bar is a slab of concrete
And beneath all the concrete deep down there is dirt
Same as under the garden somewhere out in the country
Where a good hearted woman cooks so good it hurts
And she waits for her man who’s locked up for his deeds
Behind every bar is a slab of concrete

Well the bean poles reach up past the weather vane
The tomatoes grow big as my head
Miss it all so much think I might go insane
Eatin’ my bologna n’ bread

Behind every bar is a slab of concrete
And beneath all the concrete deep down there is dirt
Same as under the garden somewhere out in the country
Where a good hearted woman cooks so good it hurts
From the recipe book that her mama gave her
And she’s whippin’ up hummingbird cake for dessert
In an old pair of jeans and my red flannel shirt
Helpin’ 2.5 kids do their high school homework
And they wait for their dad who’s locked up for his deeds
Behind every bar is a slab of concrete

 - February 2020 -                                                                                                                             #320