Uneducated


By Mark Merritt, Earl Musick & John Gomez


Walking back to my house at four a.m.
You can't believe the shape I'm in.
It isn't my business, it ain't my fault.
I got away, and Willie got caught.

Uneducated, and willing to die.

Grew up restless, my back to the wall.
I learned to run, before I could crawl.
Went off to Fort Worth, never came back.
Hood county police wouldn't cut me no slack.

Uneducated, and willing to die.

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Jail-house tattoos for the world to see
Blind to what lies in front of me.
If I don't change my ways now.
I'll never be free.

Make my last heist and get away clean
Go down to Mexico and live like a king.
I got a little secret I try not to tell
I spent three weeks in Mexican jail.

Uneducated, and willing to die.

I didn't do it, but the judge didn't care
He said "You don't have to go home,
But you can't stay here"
I laid my cards down, hot-wired a Lexus
Three days later, I was back in Texas.

Uneducated, and willing to die.

(Chorus)