Lyrics: Fresh Out The Slammer

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you

Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer, oh


Another summer, takin' cover

Rollin' thunder, he don't understand me

Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter

He was with her in dreams

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels

Handcuffed to the spell I was under

For just one hour of sunshine

Years of labor, locks and ceilings

In the shade of how he was feelin'

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time


Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you

Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

Fresh out the slammer, oh


Camera flashes, welcome bashes

Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge

As I said in my letters, now that I know better

I will never lose my baby again

My friends tried but I wouldn't hear it

Watched me daily disappearing

For just one glimpse of his smile

All those nights you kept me going

Swirled you into all of my poems

Now we're at the starting line, I did my time


Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin'

To the house where you still wait up and that porch light gleams

To the one who says I'm the girl of his American Dreams

And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up, now that I know what's at stake

Here

At the park where we used to sit on children's swings

Wearing imaginary rings

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time