Song Description
Story of a remorseless death row inmate.
Song Length |
4:07 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Tense, Depressing |
Subject |
Justice, Violence |
Similar Artists |
Neil Young, Bruce Springsteen |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Been a long time since I seen the light
Seen the light of day
And the warden says it?s warm outside
But these walls are dark and grey
Well my mamma drank a pile before I was born
So I guess I kinda did the same
And the street it weren?t too kind to me
So I turned out this way
It was late at night on highway nine
The clerk he shoulda shown up late
But the poor boy showed up just in time
To be a victim of his own fate
There was blood all over the counter now
Blood on the stuff I stole
And the cop I met on the way outside
Let?s just say, he ain?t growing old
Been the same damned things my whole life long
One thing then another
And there won?t be too much left of me
Cept my name and the card that I sent my mother
And it?s a long walk down a hallway now
And one last meal to savor
But there ain?t no point in praying for me
Cause Jesus never done me no favors