Lorenzo Moralez - Doing Thirty To Life

🎶 OUT NOW: Doing Thirty-To-Life by Lorenzo Moralez | New TEXAS COUNTRY 2025

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📜 LYRICS:
Doing Thirty-To-Life
By Lorenzo Moralez

(Verse 1)
Six-oh-five p.m., it’s back to the three-room cage
That yellow porch light, ain’t a welcome sign
It’s a searchlight, on a guard tower.
And I’m just a man, turning himself in
For a crime I didn’t do.

(Chorus)
They call it a union. I call it a stretch.
A life sentence, sealed in a Sunday suit.
Preacher was the warden, the "I do" was the plea,
Now the master bedroom, is solitary.
We swore "until death," and oh, its taking its time.
I’m just a lifer, doing thirty-to-life

(Verse 2)
The deadbolt clicks, that’s means the gate’s closing.
Inside, the air is thick and still.
She’s sitting in the kitchen, with the lights down low,
We don’t trade words no more;.no, no, no
Two ghosts haunted, by a thirty-year fixed,
Carefully walking around, don't trip the wire.
It’s a quiet war, and there ain’t no victory at all.

(Chorus)
They call it a union. I call it a stretch.
A life sentence, sealed in a Sunday suit.
Preacher was the warden, the "I do" was the plea,
Now the master bedroom, is solitary.
We swore "until death," and oh, its taking its time.
I’m just a lifer, doing thirty-to-life

(Verse 3)
The king-sized bed, is a split-rail fence.
The streetlights paint bars, across the ceiling,
Counting the shadows, like a man counting days.
I’ve got the keys to the house, the keys to the truck,
Neither one can get me, anywhere I need to be.

(Bridge)
The neighbors see the paint, the mowed grass.
They see a success story. It’s only a mask.
It takes a lot of work, keeping it looking like a home.
After a while, the chains just feel like
Another layer of your own skin.

(Chorus)
They call it a union. I call it a stretch.
A life sentence, sealed in a Sunday suit.
Preacher was the warden, the "I do" was the plea,
Now the master bedroom, is solitary.
We swore "until death," and oh, its taking its time.
I’m just a lifer, doing thirty-to-life

(Outro)
Set the alarm one more time
Five-thirty A.M.
Back to the yard.
Another day closer, to the end of the line.
Another day further, from being free.
Just me and the woman, I don't know any more.
I’m just doing my time.
Yeah, just doing my time.


Production Credits:
© 2025 Lorenzo Moralez. All rights reserved.
Composition & Sound Recording: Lorenzo Moralez
Original Lyrics by Lorenzo Moralez | Music composed via AISongGenerator.io
Member of BMI.

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