Travis Prison Blues

Hello. I'm Tommy Cash.

I hear my life a’flushin’­, it's circlin' 'round the drain,
Won’t see another kickback ‘till twenty one ten.
I'm stuck at Travis County. The trial keeps draggin' on.
But Ronnie keeps on rollin'. My seat is dead and gone.

I was the rich folk eatin' in restaurant­s with four stars,
I was knockin’ back old wine and smokin' big cigars.
I'm stuck at Travis County. The trial keeps draggin' on.
But Ronnie keeps on rollin'. My seat is dead and gone.

I got to Travis County, shopped for a friendly judge.
But that damned state Supreme Court, they wouldn’t budge.
Now my judge is Democratic­. He’ll throw me in the hole.
And I’ll stay in Travis County because I sold my soul.

When I was just a freshman, the Constituti­on said,
Tom, promise to uphold me, stay out of bed
With corporate special interests. Then I met Abramoff.
Now when I hear that gavel poundin’, I think of that jackoff.

Yes, all the time I think of Jack. He’d better tell no fibs.
Or I’ll convert a toothbrush to slip between his ribs.
I'm stuck at Travis County. The trial keeps draggin' on.
But Ronnie keeps on rollin'. My seat is dead and gone.