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Based on the life of Duane 'Dog' Chapman, "The Bounty Hunter"
One hundred and twenty-some days to go,
Or twenty-eight hundred-some hours,
Until I am free to do as I please,
Live in freedom and just smell the flowers.
I live in this prison from morning 'til night,
Just dreaming I'm outside these walls,
I want one more chance to live my own life,
I'm tired of roaming these halls.
A dumb thing it was when I chose to ignore,
The laws of our country and state,
I was captured by 'Dog' and put behind bars,
Now I 'eat' what's been put on my 'plate'.
It seemed a small thing, like nothing at all,
When I held up a bank and a store,
I was getting quite desperate; I needed the cash,
For the drugs that I wanted to score.
I heard that the 'Dog' was hot on my tracks,
A fugitive now on the run,
I crossed seven states, when I entered L.A.,
And stopped there to buy me a gun.
Holed up in a flophouse and trying to lie low,
I waited for all this to end,
And frightened, I cried out to God up above,
I really did need a good friend.
The door was kicked in, and there stood the 'Dog',
His family right there by his side,
I knew it was over, no longer could run,
I laid there just shaking and cried.
He told me that Satan was after my soul,
Then spoke of a much better plan,
That God came to rescue and do what was best,
But first I'd serve time to the 'Man'.
I sit here and wait to be freed from this pit,
Just wondering what I'm going to do,
But I know I'll be better and stronger by far,
And be thankful when all this is through.
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