Staying Outta Jail - Jack Ingram

Here’s a story about a failed trip to the post office

Through Oklahoma

There’s a man who stands on the corner

With a sign that says I work for beer

I always try not to notice

But I know he knows I know he’s there

And it’s always an awkward moment

I don’t know why I care

He’s riding high eating good and staying out of jail

Well, the woman who works at my post office

I swear I think that woman is a man

Sometimes it almost scares me

Hell her hands are bigger than I am

But she’s always got a real big smile

I think there’s something going on down there

She’s riding high eating good and staying out of jail

There’s a certain amount of freedom

When you realize everything is in doubt

And if half the weight to heaven

Is still just half the way to hell

Keep riding high, eating good and staying out of jail

I got this friend we all call him Stoney

Some people say he don’t live right

Sometimes he drinks in the morning

And he stays up cooking grass at night

But you ask him how things are going

He just laughs like it’s all in the air

Says hey I’m riding high eating good and staying out of jail

There’s a certain amount of freedom

When you realize everything is in doubt

And if half the way to heaven

Is still just half the way to hell

Keep riding high, eating good, and staying out of jail

Keep riding high, eating good, and staying out of jail

Keep riding good, eating high, and staying out of jail

Stoney was a good old guy

We miss you Stoney

See that guy on the corner?

Give him a dollar, give him a smile

Give him a 6 pack of beer, Cold beer

Give your mail carrier a tip at Christmas

Give her a smile, be careful on your way

Keep riding high, keep eating good, and stay out of jail

Good between the lines

Fly away friend

See you later Stoney