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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

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