Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ballad of Four Prisoners, artist - Jamestown Revival.
Date of issue: 27.05.2021
Song language: English
The Ballad of Four Prisoners |
Inside the walls of an old Yuma prison |
Four captives lie awake in their beds |
An earthquake had toppled the old prison walls |
And put dreams of escape in their heads |
As if it was God, or maybe the devil |
Had finally shown them the way |
They took out the guards, mounted their horses |
And left before light of the day |
Four battered and desperate and dying men |
Headed south in the glaring sun |
Each one of them knowing that in the end |
There could only be just one |
The first stop they made was to dig up some gold |
In the hills on the outside of the town |
And one of them knew that his fate had been sealed |
When his secret was pulled from the ground |
The desert was hot and the canteens were empty |
With water so hard to find |
And the one who had shared up his secret of gold |
Was the first one to get left behind |
Three battered and desperate and dying men |
Headed south in the glaring sun |
Each one of them knowing that in the end |
There could only be just one |
When they came upon water they stopped there to rest |
As one took his place in the shade |
The others slept lightly and when he awoke |
He knew the mistake he had made |
He followed on foot, he went over the mountain |
Determined to catch them again |
And when he succeeded, a gun fight ensued |
And brought one man’s life to an end |
Two battered and desperate and dying men |
Headed south in the glaring sun |
Each one of them knowing that in the end |
There could only be just one |
Seventy miles they rode in the summer |
South through the Mexico line |
They came to the bay, at the edge of the ocean |
As bounty men followed behind |
The trackers pursued them and one man lie wounded |
He held up his gun in his hand |
Said my time is up, you go on without me |
It’s time that I make my last stand |
One battered and desperate and dying man |
Headed south in the glaring sun |
Out on the water a boat sets sail |
A journey just begun |