Il testo della 7 months, 39 days

Well, i'm leavin' mississippi
And i'm looking for higher ground
Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"

Well, i ain't proud of the things i've done
So i've got to change it now
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"

I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog
And i ain't got nothing to say to the law
I got 10 more miles and i'm hittin' that county line
And i ain't got no more worries on my mind

Well, i'm leavin' mississippi
And i'm looking for higher ground
Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"

Well, i ain't proud of the things i've done
So i've got to change it now
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"

Well, my worn out jeans didn't fit no more
Had long hair on my back
I guess that's not the best 'pearance
To that judge in black

So he picked up his pen and he put me away
For a little stretch of time
I said, "7 long months, 39 days and never did a crime"

I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog
And i ain't got nothing to say to the law
I got 10 more miles and i'm hittin' that county line
And i ain't got no more worries on my mind

Well, i'm leavin' mississippi
And i'm looking for higher ground
Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"

Well, i ain't proud of the things i've done
So i've got to change it now
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"

I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"
I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around"