- wanted to put on a show, so with all my kids in tow,
- cooked up a scheme, to follow my dream.
I knew that we could sing and dance, but still we’d need an audience,
- then I knew, exactly what to do. Check this out.
Playing shows behind the bars, we’d instantly become
- and that began the Lynette and kids North American prison tour blues.
Prison tour blues, I got the talking to the prisoner blues.
Remember that I like to teach, ok I guess I preach,
There’s a lot to say, I’ll help you see the way
Turn something bad to something good, Soon you’ll live the life you should,
N’ suddenly, some convict said blow me.
I answered him with dignity, my kids are here be nice to me.
You could use that colorful language in a beneficial way. Why don’t you write a book called 101 ways to divert attention off your inner self and onto your much less impressive wee wee. And I would know I have a degree, in much less impressive wee wees.
-and that began the Lynette and kids North American prison tour blues
I'VE BEEN TO STONY MOUNTAIN, STATEN ISLAND, AND SING-SING.
I'VE HEADLINED AT ATTICA,
MILTON, TIMMONS, CORNWALL AND KINGSTON FROM, THING TO THING TO THING.
Forty cities in a van, I’m working on the master plan,
But still no fame nobody knew my name
Except in jail – I set up to fail - again – time to bail -
Maybe they’ll care - for the teachings I share
Get something good from something bad that is the message I had.