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Georgia Just-Us System

When I got out of prison
the choice was understood.
Become a thief and robber
or live out in the woods.

There were no other choices.
Georgia law made it real plain.
After twenty years in prison
my freedom I could not gain.

With a check for twenty-five dollars
and just the clothes I stood there in.
I was told to go and sin no more,
but society wouldn't let me in.

So I set out a walking
not knowing what I might find.
Just walking on the railroad
with a depressed and troubled mind.

For forty-seven days I walked
in hunger, fear and pain.
Wondering what the hell waas the use
I'd never be accepted again.

But then I met my Savior.
When I could go no more.
He gave me strength for one more mile
and opened up new doors.

Then the past came calling
to knock me down again.
And now I sit in a cell once more.
Will there ever be an end?

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