Jail Guitar Doors (Live)

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of *******

A little more every day

Holding for a friend till the band do well

Then the D

E

A

Locked him away

Clang clang

Go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang

Go the boots on the floor

Cry cry

For your lonely mother's son

An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete

Didn't want no fame

Gave all his money away

Well there's something wrong

It'll be good for you

Son

And so they certified him insane

And then there's Keith

Waiting for trial

Twenty five thousand bail

If he goes down you won't hear his sound

But his friends carry on anyway

Jail guitar doors

Right now someone else has that number