Slowly the long day turns to night,
and soon they'll turn out the prison lights,
but in my cell I'm making plans,
to be with you at home again.
These walls and bars can't hold a dreamin' man,
so I'll be home to tuck the babies in.
They can chain my body, but not my mind,
and I'll break out again, tonight.
The warden thinks I'm in for life,
'cause all he's ever seen me wear is stripes.
He don't know 'bout my blue suit and my tie,
that I wear when I'm with you each night.
These walls and bars can't hold a dreamin' man,
so I'll be home to tuck the babies in.
They can chain my body, but not my mind,
and I'll break out again, tonight.
And I'll break out again, tonight.