I've got a wife, four grown children
I can't afford their education
I been a prison guard for fourteen years
That ain't exactly a vacation
Since he's been here he's followed every rule
And I’ve told you my position
The law says he's got the right to go to school,
We abide by the court's decision
I got a Winchester 243
I like that gun for deer
Upstate November when the air is free
Smells like hunting season here
He's the one to keep your eyes on
He's smart yep. Sneaky. Quiet.
A troublemaker if I ever seen one
Next thing it's Attica
And we got a riot!
Don’t tell me how to run my prison.
There ain't no way that punk gets his degree
And hides behind the Constitution
No way in hell that smart ass spic goes free
Not while I'm in this institution