Walls of Huntsville
Behind Bars of Regret: Unveiling the Tale in 'Walls of Huntsville'
Lyrics
Yeah, she always had me, guess she always will.
Expressing enduring connection with a woman.
One day she betrayed me, now I'm rotting in this cell.
Describing betrayal leading to imprisonment.
Counting down the days with this chalk and stone.
Counting time in confinement using chalk and stone.
Wishing that that woman wouldn't went and done me wrong.
Regret over a woman's wrongdoing.
Had a face just like an angel, a soul just like a beast.
Contrasting appearance and character of the woman.
She pulled me in and loved me; she tore me piece by piece.
Describing a relationship that was both loving and destructive.
Yeah, she had it coming, well, I bet you'd do the same.
Suggesting the woman deserved consequences.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.
Imprisoned in Huntsville, possibly for a crime related to the woman.
Had an eye for things a shining, my pockets were not deep.
Having limited resources, attracting the woman's attention.
She went out a prowling, looking for some fresher meat.
Woman seeking other partners due to shallow pockets.
Thought she was clever, I pulled up in the rear.
Thinking the woman was clever in her actions.
I pulled out my Old Timer, I cut that boy from ear to ear.
Retaliating violently against a perceived rival.
Yeah, she begged me not to do it, said her running days are through.
Woman asking for mercy, narrator showing none.
I said: "I forgive you," as the bullet casings flew.
Forgiving with bullets flying, indicating a lack of genuine forgiveness.
Satisfaction, it locomotived through my brain.
Satisfaction derived from the violent act.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.
Imprisoned and reflecting on the consequences.
If I had the chance, I'd do it all again.
Expressing a willingness to repeat the actions.
'Cause a woman can be evil, twice as much as any man.
Commenting on the perceived evil nature of women.
Looking back, well, I'd do it all the same.
Reflecting on the past with a sense of inevitability.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.
Reiterating imprisonment in Huntsville.
Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain.
Emphasizing continued confinement.
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