mama letters from prison

Dear Mama, hope this letter finds you doin’ well, Sorry I ain’t wrote sooner, these long days blur in this cell. I’ve been workin’ every daylight, seven days without a break, Guess what, Mama, I moved again— New address on the envelope, okay? I got your money slip yesterday, Thank you, Lord knows I needed that, Say, Mama, what about them wedding pictures? You reckon you’ll still send those back? Chorus I’m just a boy behind these bars, tryin’ hard to keep the faith, This place can bend a man’s soul, Mama, twist him outta shape. I pray when I walk out free someday, temptation won’t be strong, ‘Cause church will be my hangout, Where my broken heart belongs. Verse 2 I was kinda disappointed this Wednesday afternoon, Supposed to see the parole board, but they canceled it too soon. Does Mary still come around there? I wrote her, she ain’t replied, Are her and Larry still together, Or is that another goodbye? Funny how a place like this can change a man’s way, Some come out straightened up,