Doris Mae

Take the shackles off of my feet

And put me on that bull,

Chute #9 on Raven's Wing,

See how long I can hold.

Down from El Reno riding all day,

State penitentiary bus;

Windows all lined with chicken wire,

The trustees the guards and us.

And here's to my brothers in Cell Block 2,

And the calf-ropin' kid with the jailhouse blues,

And the clown in the barrel with the gangsta tattoos,

And Doris Mae -- I do it all for you.

Ten thousand dollars I spent in one night,

Happy and broken by the morn;

Now on this wild-eyed bull I hold tight,

Prize money tied between his horns.

I've been kicked I've been stomped I've been trampled and thrown,

I broke nine ribs and both collar bones;

But it takes me away from those four walls of stone,

And Doris Mae -- I'm so tired of being alone.

Roll on back past the fields of wildflowers,

Up to the gates and the guards in the towers,

So put the bulls in their pens and put us back in ours,

I'm not countin' the days I've been countin' the hours,

'Til the law of the land lets go of my soul,

And the wardens and cops and the guards on patrol,

And the judges and juries and the boards of parole,

And Doris Mae -- out those iron gates I'll roll.