Death Row Blues

You might be a rich man

Livin' high up on the hill

Coming down to shanty town

Just for a thrill

I might be a prisoner

Waitin' on death row

No matter who you are

When your time has come

You gotta go

Feelin' mighty lonesome

Here behind these bars

Countin' off the days

Countin' my scars

I can't tell the future

But this I know

When my countin' days are over

I gotta go

You came to the world

They gave you a silver spoon

I was born in a shotgun shack

On the last day of June

I'm about to leave this world, my friend

Without much to show

But I'm so glad I gotta sing my song

Before I go

You're gonna remember my song

When I go