I’m here in Angola,
Not loving you
Where you got that notion,
I do not have clue
You’re a pain in the neck,
Just like a noose
I’m here in Angola,
Not loving you

The fight was over eight ball,
Not over you
The stranger I killed,
Had stolen my cue
Did not defend your honor,
Did not stick up for you
Now I’m here in Angola,
Not loving you

As hard as it is,
I’m glad I’m here
Locked behind this prison fence,
For near on twenty years
And cause I’m locked in,
There ain’t no doubt,
It gives me great comfort,
To know you’re locked out

Don’t send me no letters,
No packages at all
Won’t come to the phone,
Whenever you call
Please leave me alone,
Please let me be
Please get off my case,
Please set me free

Tried to kill myself,
Cause you won’t let me go
So I rodeo on a bull,
In the rodeo
Sad to say I survived,
Gotta get on death row
Could be my last chance,
I’m praying that it’s so

I’m here in Angola,
Not loving you
You ain’t the kind of girl,
That I’d pursue
You ain’t at all attractive,
A dumb ass to boot
So I’m enjoying Angola,
Not loving you