I've served time Three long years in Arkansas State Prison
To hear all about it come sit down and listen I slaved the way
Pickin' cotton till I thought My back was breakin' Three meals a day All I ate was black eyed peas And long cold cornbread
It was a night near The time I spent there More than once I felt a climy hand Upon my shoulder
Mr. Death was Telling me that I'd never get a minute over
I was man I refused to bring along With Memphis Red I buffered the guise Madden tres Better left unsaid
He insisted But I resisted He wouldn't stop I grabbed a shovel And I opened up his head! He wouldn't stop I grabbed a shovel And I opened up his head! All the guards took a good look At what I done At what I done, then hey said
Say your prize boy, your race Has been the run Just for kicks
They set me free and they brought the dogs to hunt me down And then the rains came And heeled my scent And my hiding place was never found
I was one they never found I was one they never found No one knows how many they list as missin' I lie in deep in the fields at the Arkansas State PrisonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
