Bobby stepped out the gate, sunshine on his face
Thought he'd hit the town, finally win the race
First stop: the diner—ordered eggs and toast
Waitress said, "That'll be twelve bucks"—he choked like a ghost
Back in the yard, meals came hot, no bill, no fuss
Out here they charge for ketchup—man, what's all the cuss?
Tried to swipe a Wi-Fi signal—password locked tight
In the pen, free Netflix streamed every single night
He's got the break-in blues, missin' them iron bars
Three hots and a cot, no rent, no cars
Out here they want your soul for a loaf of bread
Bobby's thinkin'—"I was better off in the feds!"
Yeah, he's got the break-in blues, wanna crawl back in
Freedom's overrated—lock me up again!
Well, gather 'round, y'all—this ain't your average jail tale…
Bobby done served his time, walked out free…
But freedom? Ain't all it's cracked up to be.
Bobby stepped out the gate, sunshine on his face
Thought he'd hit the town, finally win the race
First stop: the diner—ordered eggs and toast
Waitress said, "That'll be twelve bucks"—he choked like a ghost
Back in the yard, meals came hot, no bill, no fuss
Out here they charge for ketchup—man, what's all the cuss?
Tried to swipe a Wi-Fi signal—password locked tight
In the pen, free Netflix streamed every single night
He's got the break-in blues, missin' them iron bars
Three hots and a cot, no rent, no cars
Out here they want your soul for a loaf of bread
Bobby's thinkin'—"I was better off in the feds!"
Yeah, he's got the break-in blues, wanna crawl back in
Freedom's overrated—lock me up again!
Midnight at the fence, seven feet of chain-link shine
Bobby's got a ladder made of bedsheets and cheap wine
Climbin' like a possum, hummin' "Jailhouse Rock"
Guard dog starts a-barkin'—Bobby whispers, "Aw, shucks!"
Halfway up, the sheet rips—thud—face in the dirt
Guard shines a light: "Boy, you tryin' to break in? That's a first!"
Cuffed him on the spot, read him rights he already knew
Bobby just shrugged—"Y'all take Visa? I'm good for the fine, too."
He's got the break-in blues, missin' them iron bars
Three hots and a cot, no rent, no cars
Out here they want your soul for a loaf of bread
Bobby's thinkin'—"I was better off in the feds!"
Yeah, he's got the break-in blues, wanna crawl back in
Freedom's overrated—lock me up again!
"Bobby, why you climbin' in? You lost your mind?"
"Naw, sir—just missed the AC and the chow line."
"You know we got rules—no pets, no beer?"
"Y'all got cable, though—Yellowstone premiere's here!"
"Ain't you got a mama waitin' outside?"
"Mama charged me rent—said, 'Pay or take a ride!'"
"One more question—what's the real deal?"
"...Also, Big Mike makes better chili than the diner on 5th and Beale."
He's got the break-in blues, missin' them iron bars
Three hots and a cot, no rent, no cars
Out here they want your soul for a loaf of bread
Bobby's yellin'—"I was better off in the feds!"
Yeah, he's got the break-in blues, wanna crawl back in
Freedom's overrated—lock me up again!
Bobby's back in gen-pop, smilin' ear to ear
Said, "Boys, the real crime's out there—pass the cornbread, I'm stayin' here!"