| Song | Women's Prison |
| Artist | Loretta Lynn |
| Album | Van Lear Rose |
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| 作词 : Lynn | |
| I'm in a women's prison | |
| With bars all around | |
| I caught my darlin' cheating | |
| Thats when | |
| I shot him down | |
| I caught him in a honky-tonk | |
| With a girl | |
| I used to know | |
| The door to my cell is open wide | |
| And a voice cries out oh no | |
| The judge says | |
| I'm guilty | |
| My sentence is to die | |
| I know I've been forgiven | |
| But the price of love is high | |
| The crowd outside is screamin' | |
| Let the murderer die | |
| But above all their voices | |
| I can hear my mama cry | |
| I'm sittin' here on death row | |
| And Lord I've lost my mind | |
| For love I've killed my darlin' | |
| And for love | |
| I'll lose my life | |
| I can hear the warden coming | |
| From the clinging of his keys | |
| But when they come to get me | |
| He'll have to drag me off my knees | |
| The door to my cell swings open | |
| It's time for me to go | |
| The priest is reading my last rights | |
| He says, "Dying's part of livin' you know" | |
| There's a crowd outside screamin' | |
| Let that murderer fry | |
| But above all their voices | |
| You can hear my mama cry | |
| Now they've strapped me in the chair | |
| And covered up my eyes | |
| And the last voice | |
| I hear on earth | |
| Is my mama's cry[Incomprehensible] |
| zuo ci : Lynn | |
| I' m in a women' s prison | |
| With bars all around | |
| I caught my darlin' cheating | |
| Thats when | |
| I shot him down | |
| I caught him in a honkytonk | |
| With a girl | |
| I used to know | |
| The door to my cell is open wide | |
| And a voice cries out oh no | |
| The judge says | |
| I' m guilty | |
| My sentence is to die | |
| I know I' ve been forgiven | |
| But the price of love is high | |
| The crowd outside is screamin' | |
| Let the murderer die | |
| But above all their voices | |
| I can hear my mama cry | |
| I' m sittin' here on death row | |
| And Lord I' ve lost my mind | |
| For love I' ve killed my darlin' | |
| And for love | |
| I' ll lose my life | |
| I can hear the warden coming | |
| From the clinging of his keys | |
| But when they come to get me | |
| He' ll have to drag me off my knees | |
| The door to my cell swings open | |
| It' s time for me to go | |
| The priest is reading my last rights | |
| He says, " Dying' s part of livin' you know" | |
| There' s a crowd outside screamin' | |
| Let that murderer fry | |
| But above all their voices | |
| You can hear my mama cry | |
| Now they' ve strapped me in the chair | |
| And covered up my eyes | |
| And the last voice | |
| I hear on earth | |
| Is my mama' s cry Incomprehensible |
| zuò cí : Lynn | |
| I' m in a women' s prison | |
| With bars all around | |
| I caught my darlin' cheating | |
| Thats when | |
| I shot him down | |
| I caught him in a honkytonk | |
| With a girl | |
| I used to know | |
| The door to my cell is open wide | |
| And a voice cries out oh no | |
| The judge says | |
| I' m guilty | |
| My sentence is to die | |
| I know I' ve been forgiven | |
| But the price of love is high | |
| The crowd outside is screamin' | |
| Let the murderer die | |
| But above all their voices | |
| I can hear my mama cry | |
| I' m sittin' here on death row | |
| And Lord I' ve lost my mind | |
| For love I' ve killed my darlin' | |
| And for love | |
| I' ll lose my life | |
| I can hear the warden coming | |
| From the clinging of his keys | |
| But when they come to get me | |
| He' ll have to drag me off my knees | |
| The door to my cell swings open | |
| It' s time for me to go | |
| The priest is reading my last rights | |
| He says, " Dying' s part of livin' you know" | |
| There' s a crowd outside screamin' | |
| Let that murderer fry | |
| But above all their voices | |
| You can hear my mama cry | |
| Now they' ve strapped me in the chair | |
| And covered up my eyes | |
| And the last voice | |
| I hear on earth | |
| Is my mama' s cry Incomprehensible |