Bars and Shadows

(hummmmm) (clank) (hummmmm)

Four stone walls and a ceiling made of lead

Heavy iron shackles hanging by my bed

The warden keeps the keys right on his hip

And I count the days in every single drip

Oh, these prison blues are heavy on my chest

Behind these bars, a soul can't find no rest

Staring at the shadow

of the gallows tree

Lord, have mercy on a man who won't go free I

hear the midnight train whistle blowin' low

Taking everybody where I cannot go

My sweet mama's weeping by the station gate

But the judge's gavel sealed my final fate

Oh, these prison blues are heavy on my chest

Behind these bars, a soul can't find no rest

Staring at the shadow

of the gallows tree

Lord, have mercy on a man who won't go free

Lord, have mercy

on me... (hummmmm)