15 Years by The Kintners

15 yrs I will serve for redemption
With nothing but time for regret
Everyone I know won’t be there for me no more
But I ain’t done living life yet.

Lonesome rebels abandoned after the war
We’re like loaded guns made of flesh and bone
We got caught up with the sheriff after our last score
Now we’re breaking rocks and writing letters home

Broken hearted mother as she kissed me on the head
After the the judge and jury told me 15 years
I still can’t remember every single word she said
When I get out I have my doubts she’ll still be here.

15 yrs I will serve for redemption
With nothing but time for regret
Everyone I know won’t be there for me no more
But I ain’t done living life yet.

Rehabilitation aims to make me lose my mind
It don’t matter just as long as I get by
I’ve been focused on survival
So you shouldn’t hold me liable
I haven’t time to read up on the Bible

I’m looking for a home but not right now
A new day is just a number, and hope don’t matter anyhow
And home sure ain’t here
It’s better not to think about it for a few more years

15 years I will serve for redemption
With nothing but time for regret
Everyone I know won’t be there for me no more
But I ain’t done living life yet

• Americana
• Experimental
• blues
• folk rock
• rock
• Wichita Falls