paroles de chanson Read Me My Rights (Live at Red Rocks) - Brantley Gilbert

(What's up Red Rocks?)

Somebody better call the law
We done took it outside we're about to brawl
Ol' boy put his hands on a woman
Where I come from son, the next thing comin' is a...

Ass whoopin' in the parkin' lot
'Bout to drop this fool right in front of the cops
And I ain't gonna run
I'm proud of what I done

Read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, Barney lock me up
And I'll do my time, raise my right hand
And I'll tell the judge, "Yeah, I'd do it again"

(What's up Colorado?)

I heard it through the grapevine
Good daddy and a husband is a-doin' time
Said his wife and his kids was in the house
Ol' boy broke in, man, it all went south

When he drop the hammer on his 45
But now he's in the pen 25 to life
I hate to say it, but if it had been me
I'd have to say

Read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, better lock me up
And I'll do my time, raise my right hand
And I'll tell the judge "I'd do it again", yeah

If I have to put the law in my hands
Well, hell it's bound to break, so
'Cause I know right from wrong
And if you cross that line
Boy, all I gotta say is
(All I gotta say, Red Rocks)

Is read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, Barney lock me up
And I'll do my time, raise my right hand
And I'll tell the judge that I'd do it again

(C'mon!) Read me my rights, put me in cuffs
Take me downtown, better lock me up
And I'll do my time, raise my right hand
And I'll tell the judge that I'd do that shit again

(From the top to the bottom, y'all ready to raise some hell tonight?)
(Oh, so...)

(Hell, yeah)