March 6, 2008

Orleans Parish Prison

Well, have you seen my darkhaired girl?
She was set on her love to a hungry world
They got her clothes anA the money she took
And they wrote her name in the prison books

Orleans Parish Prison won’t you free my darkhaired girl?
She´s tired and cold and you got the gold
She took from a hungry world
Orleans Parish Prison won’t you free my darkhaired girl?

Well have seen my green eyed son?
He shot a man down with a sawed off gun
And they fond him down by the Pontchartrain
Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain

Orleans Parish Prison won’t you free me green eyed son?
I heard him say as you let him away
Sorry for what he’s done
Orleans Parish Prison won’t you free me green eyed son?
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Last night I dreamed
An angel came
He took my hand
He called my name
He bid me look
The other way
I saw a man
I heard him say

He said if I be lifted up
I’ll draw all men to me
He turned and then
I saw the nail-scared hand
That bled for me
I touched the hem of his garment
That fell round him there
My life, my heart, I gave
My soul was in his care
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