Four stone walls and the ceiling And a heavy iron door Oh what a lonesome feeling Staring at this cold stone floor
Four stone walls and a ceiling What am I in here for It wasn't just for stealing I won't see my home any more
I thought that he was her lover And all my love turned to hate She cried out "Don't hurt my brother" But she had warned me too late
How could I know when I saw them There in that fond embrace He had his back toward the window And I couldn't see his face
I just didn't show any mercy So here I am locked in this cell I could die next Monday And maybe will be just as well
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