Sow
Sow
Old Slim Whitman saddened ,
When he sang of prison walls,
Wings of angels would fly him,
Did they hear an heed the call.
Yep
Had Slim on a 78 record,
And Jonny Cash was hot,
A singing Folsom prison,
Giving all he’s got.
My mate Sow went off to jail,
For murder he was did,
He was behind those prison walls,
15 years, hard labour, lived.
Caged jail bird, he does not like,
No longer free is he,
Freedom gone he soldiers on,
Still dreams of being free.
BEHIND BARS BLUES
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