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


Well, I 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's here





He's the one to keep your eyes on

He's smart, yeah and he's quiet


A troublemaker if I ever seen one


Next thing you know it's Attica

And we got a prison riot





There ain't no way that punk gets his degree

And hides behind the Constitution


No way in hell that smart $$# spic goes free


Not while I'm in this institution