Left my home I was 17 and I was looking for a job When I met those no good friends of mine They gave me all kinds of bad advice and they taught me how to rob Said they'd always be there down the line Be there down the line I got my very first 12 gauge I got half a dozen shells I come to find that one was all I need I didn't waste no time a thinkin I got right down to the job That night a grown man to bleed A grown man to bleed There ain't no romance in 25 to life Still a kid I'll probly die in my cell At night I worry no dog, no son, no wife I did it all with a lone shotgon shell Whoa shotgon shell Well I run up into the country store I demanded the cash Had a bag in my left hand a gun in my right With the feeling a little ahead before it all happened oh to fast That shot rang out cold as the night Cold as the night A dust cloud rose up in the air the blood flowing from his mouth He had his eyes wide open they were staring back at mine The judge come out put the gavel down his voice was mighty loud Ya done wrong but boy you'll do the time Boy you'll do the time There ain't no romance in 25 to life Still a kid I'll probly die in my cell At night I worry no dog, no son, no wife I did it all with a lone shotgun shell Whoa shotgun shell There ain't no romance in 25 to life I'm still a kid I'll probly die in my cell At night I worry no dog, no son, no wife I did it all, did it all to myself Whoa, a shotgun shell Whoa, a shotgun shell