After seven years behind these bars together I'll miss you more than a brother when you go when you go If only I had not tried to escape They'd barred me with you I know yes I know
Won't you tell the folks back home I'll soon be coming And don't let them know I never will be free be free Sometimes write and tell me how they're doing And send a picture of mother back to me
Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand And send a picture of mother if you can
I'm happy for you that you got your freedom But stay with me just another minute or so or so After all this sweating blood together Who'll be my fighting partner when you go when you go
The hardest time will be on Sunday morning Church bells will ring on Heaven Hill Heaven Hill Please ask Reverend Garrett to pray for me And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to Dad and shake his poor hardworking hand And send a picture of mother if you canTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
