Number 37405 Lyrics - Tim McGraw

1 Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning

2 From a cold solitary prison cell

3 And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad

4 Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill

5 Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing

6 He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives

7 He dreamed of being somebody, now he's number 37405

8 Well she used to come and see him, every other weekend

9 And bring him all the news from way back home

10 It's been two birthdays since he's kissed her,

11 Five seconds since he's missed her

12 Now the perfume on those letters ain't that strong

13 He's got too much time to think about the night he had too much to drink

14 And all his buddies, they begged him not to drive

15 Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number 37405

16 Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your crime's got consequences."

17 It's what he told him, fifteen years ago

18 He took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it back

19 Today's the day he finally gets parole

20 He turns in them prison clothes, and stands there at the forkin' road

21 And mama prays and waits while he decides

22 And the angels close their eyes...

23 Listens to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morning

24 Just down the road, rings an old church bell