Have you heard the dogs at night Somewhere on the hill Chasing some poor criminal And I guess they're out to kill Oh there must be shackles on his feet And mother in his eyes Stumbling through the devil-dark With the hound pack in full cry
Have mercy on the criminal Who is running from the law Are you blind to the winds of change Don't you hear him anymore
Praying Lord you got to help me I am never gonna sin again Just take these chains from around my legs Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend
Now have you ever seen the white teeth gleam While you lie on a cold damp ground You're taking in the face of a rifle butt While the wardens hold you down
And you've never seen a friend in years Oh it turns your heart to stone You jump the walls and the dogs run free And the grave's gonna be your homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
