| It was late one night in the heart of town I was drinking all alone
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| Ran out of cash when I paid my tabs so I headed home
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| The night was black, the air was thick as I wandered passed a barn
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| Then a shot came out and I heard a scream beside me in the dark
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| Afraid that maybe I’d be next I started to run
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| Just as fast as my feet would go into the barrel of a gun
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| The lawman’s light was blinding me he said why’d you do it son
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| Two weeks later in the criminal court I was up on murder one
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| Maybe some early morning in a pasture of green
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| Beside the still water I’ll awake from this dream
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| This terrible dream
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| Well I sat there in the courtroom as the tears ran down my face
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| A guilty man is free somewhere and they put me in his place
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| The jury ran the verdict and the judge called out my name
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| He said young man you’ll spend your life wearing the ball and chain
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| I’m staring at the ceiling as I lay here on my bed
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| Fourteen long and lonely years it’s where I laid my head
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| Behind these cold gray prison walls time sure passes slow
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| And I guess if I die tomorrow I’d still got a life to go
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| Maybe some early morning in a pasture of green
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| Beside the still water I’ll awake from this dream
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| This terrible dream
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| A man who’s lost his vision will live and die alone
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| In the cold walls of this prison my heart has turned to stone
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| The lights are growing dimmer as I take my final breath
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| I can smell the air of freedom as I close my eyes in death
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| Maybe some early morning in a pasture of green
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| Beside the still water I’ll awake from this dream
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| This terrible dream |