^{Copyright 2007 Snakes Alive Publishing (BMI)}

Honey, I Knew I Could Count On You

I’m sittin’ in the jailhouse for somethin’ I didn’t do
It’s cold in my cell and my feets they’re a turnin’ blue
They say that I robbed a Seven-Eleven
But I said I was in bed with you
When they asked you about it, you thought for a minute
And you said, “with who?”
Oh, honey, I knew I could count on you.

They said that they followed my footsteps in the snow
They said that they had me on the surveillance video
My cellmate says he’s got somethin’ he wants me to blow
I had to think for a minute
Said, “I don’t think so”
Oh honey, I knew I could count on you

Chorus:
Oh, honey, please come and take me home
The boys in my cell won’t leave me alone
You know I’m not so bad
I’m the best cowboy you ever had
Oh, honey, I knew I could count on you

Well, the judge he was blind and he looked like a kangaroo
He looked at my record and he said:
“Son, I’m gonna have to throw the whole book at you”
I got on my knees and I pleaded, I said, “I found Jesus,
I’m a praying fool”
He said, “Let me think for a minute, son,
I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do”
Then he dropped a shoe, justice is so cruel

Chorus:
Oh, honey, please come and take me home
The boys in my cell won’t leave me alone
You know I’m not so bad
I’m the best white trash you ever had
Oh, honey, I knew I could count on you

Five years in prison I guess I’m gonna do the long haul
And I get the feeling that you don’t miss me at all
The word that I heard is you’re messin’ with my best friend, Paul
You sure have a lot of gall to be so cheap and all
Oh, honey, I knew I could count on you
Oh, baby, I did it all for you
Oh, honey, I knew I could count on you