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These four walls are fond words
Closing in on me
My final meal is over
They're gonna set me free
I can feel the fires burn
As the devil guards my door
I hit my knees in search of Jesus
On a cold
Just a cold
Jailhouse floor
Now I'm singing
Get me out of here
I see the preacher's eyes
As my daughter cries
When they strap me in this chair
Oh, she forgives me
For leaving her this way
Yeah, tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final judgment day
Every life holds a day
That's what my Bible says
Me, I owe mine to this state
For shooting that boy to death
A liquor store tent
He was reaching for his gun
Now his mama sits there smiling
As the ball shakes
Roll on the wall
Now I'm singing
Get me out of here
I see the preacher's eyes
As my daughter cries
When they strap me in this chair
Lord, I hope she forgives me
For leaving her this way
Yeah, tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final rest and play
The hungry blue-eyed baby crying
Made me rob that store
The hunger blew out baby crying
And as that boy lay there dying
I dropped my pistol on the floor
Yeah, I take it all back
But there's nothing I can do
They've covered my face
And the order's gone through
As the ball shakes
Roll on too
, I'm flying
Up and down
I close my eyes
And slowly ride
Leave my body in this chair
Lord, I hope you forgive me
For leaving her this way
For leaving her this way
My life is a waste
Yeah, tonight I'll ride the lightning
To my final judgment day
These four walls of Farnworth
Are closing in on me
In theirいた
My life is a waste
But it's not too wishy-washy
I'm what they call my life