Walk Away Prison
He's without a cellmate
There's no guard with a gun
He's been here for years
But sentenced to none
To this place without bars
No windows or cells
May not sound bad to you
But to him it was hell
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Cause he's lost all emotion
If the truth be told
Washed them away
With liquors of gold
As he sits on his stool
Instead of a bunk
All the people in town
Call him a drunk
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Now he's on death row
Not a friend all around
Except for the one
That he couldn't put down
Though the plea wasn't guilty
And the verdicts not in
He can't appeal
For all his sins
This walk away prison
Where he came every night
They gave him last call
And read him his rights
Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017
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