Из альбома: Ride Away From the World
I had a friend down in Huntsville
Call me up today
He said, "You've gotta help me
They're gonna put me away
I swear on the Bible
I'm an innocent man"
I said, "Heed my advice
Don't take the stand"
Freedom
I call your name
Somebody help me
Slip the shackle
Throw down the chain
He said, "I've got a new warden
The Wicked Witch of the West
I'd like to get out of here
I'm under house arrest
She wears a lot of make up
She likes it overdone
She wears rings of sapphire
On every finger but one"
He said, "I've got to whisper
She's in the other room
I've got to tell you
She's the goddess of doom
She's some kind of lover
I'm under some kind of curse
Can't judge a book by its cover
Underneath she's even worse"