Bobby's Back

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[verse] [ln]Bobby stepped out the gate, sunshine on his face [ln]Thought he'd hit the town, finally win the race [ln]First stop: the diner—ordered eggs and toast [ln]Waitress said, "That'll be twelve bucks"—he choked like a ghost [ln]Back in the yard, meals came hot, no bill, no fuss [ln]Out here they charge for ketchup—man, what's all the cuss? [ln]Tried to swipe a Wi-Fi signal—password locked tight [ln]In the pen, free Netflix streamed every single night [chorus] [ln]He's got the break-in blues, missin' them iron bars [ln]Three hots and a cot, no rent, no cars [ln]Out here they want your soul for a loaf of bread [ln]Bobby's thinkin'—"I was better off in the feds!" [ln]Yeah, he's got the break-in blues, wanna crawl back in [ln]Freedom's overrated—lock me up again! [end]