Album: America
Daniels
Bring me my pistol, three rounds of ball
I’m gonna kill everybody, won’t leave this poor boy alone
Poor boy alone, poor boy alone, poor boy alone, poor boy alone
On Monday I arrested, Tuesday I was tried
The jury found me guilty and I hung my head and cried
Head and cried, head and cried, Lord and cried, Lord and cried
Then I asked the judge what would be my fine
Says a pick and a shovel way down Joe Brown’s coal mine
Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. (Coal mine…)
Be light on me judge, I ain’t been here before
Give me 99 years, don’t come back here no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, my Lord
Be light on me judge, I ain’t been here before
Give me 99 years, don’t come back here no more
No more, no more, my Lord