Prison Song Songtext
von Denver

To my credit I can′t help my situation
To my mother I send this lonely invitation
No matter the streets I've roamed, I want to be back home
Please don′t think on the wretched things I've done
You see it don't seem I′ve got too much time
I recognize the years you ain′t been on my mind
But I'll make it through that door though my back and legs are sore
And all I′m bringing is the ragged clothes I wore


Mother I know it's five years since you′ve gone
Mother I know that I'm your only son
I still feel the love you gave, it′s been floating in the waves
I bring it back though it may be from my grave
It's taken all this to know I've let you down
It′s taken all this to get my feet close to the ground
Though I still deny the news, I come crawling home to you
I get there with the blood that′s in my shoes

There's blackened dust on the walls in here
In my cell thinking all my fears are gone
Devil spare me just one day
Will you lend me just a single way to mourn

It′s morning time when they shave off all my hair
It's morning time when they lay me in that chair
Please hold the gates for me when they cut me free
Out into that black and raging sea