dixie is a scourge and a scar and a girl in my heart and a state of mind jesus is the man with the plan he's a short haired mexican friend of mine the smalltown clowns'll drag you down can't leave your past behind dream of wipers in the rain tapping out time coming up on a new state line I wanna be a jailbird from the prison of my own damn mind gonna get me a fast car set out and see what I can find brick up the well of tears and disappear leave myself behind gonna be a jailbird from the prison of my own damn mind midnight take a shortcut through the downtown cemetery no stepping on graves check the statue of the virgin mary she's catching moonlight in the shadows revealing spider webs can you see the black window hung between our lady's hands I wanna be a jailbird from the prison of my own damn mind gonna get me a fast car set out and see what I can find brick up the well of tears and disappear leave myself behind gonna be a jailbird from the prison of my own damn mind now used to be when I was young I was so hungry for olbivion my thoughts would linger like fingers in a deadly web but in time as sorrow showed it's face in kind I learned to ache for grace to work and pray to one day be delivered whole alive and free I wanna be a jailbird from the prison of my own damn mind gonna get me a fast car set out and see what I can find brick up the well of tears and disappear leave myself behind gonna be a jailbird from the prison of my own damn mind