Deep inside this lonely prison
where the pleasures are so few.
Where the walls are strong and the days are long
and there's nothing new.
I learned to play the guitar
and I'm doing the best I can.
I guess I could be worse because I made the prison band.
I made the prison band.
And now there's old Bashful Bill on the doghouse bass,
Witty on the steel guitar.
He hails from Pocatello
where he drives a pretty mean bar.
And back on the drum there's two-time Tom,
a rimshot temple man.
The boys call me the Slingin' MC since I made the prison band.
I made the prison band.
I've been planning a break since Christmas.
I had the details all worked out.
But now I
know that I ain't gonna go and there's no doubt.
I had my tryout Sunday and the outcome changed my
plan.
I gotta rehearse for the Friday night
show cause I made the prison band.
I made the prison band.
There's old Bashful Bill on the doghouse bass,
Witty on the steel guitar.
He hails from Pocatello
where he drives a pretty mean bar.
And back on the drum there's two-time Tom,
a rimshot temple man.
The boys call me the Slingin' MC since I made the prison band.
I made the prison band.