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Blue Mountain Penitentiary |
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Been housing sin for centuries |
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I am just a number, not a name |
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And you wear a gun and hold the keys |
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But you've always been good to me |
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Only see the man and not the shame |
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And I haven't seen my wife in years |
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Last memory is her in tears |
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Wonder if she'll even come tonight |
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There's something that she doesn't know |
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She needs to hear before I go |
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Could you tell her I'm alright |
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Would you pray with me |
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Touch the hand of a sinner |
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Would you stay with me |
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And be my guest for dinner |
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Looks like this is my dyin' day |
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They tell me that's the only way |
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I'll ever see the other side again |
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But they don't know who's been in here |
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Every day the last three years |
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Yes, sir, I'm the one who let Him in |
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And He comes and sits down in my chair |
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Weeping, breathing this same air |
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And opens up His hands |
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Reminds me that He walked this mile |
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Suffered for a little while |
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And made me an innocent man |
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Would you pray with me |
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Touch the hand of a sinner |
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Would you stay with me |
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And be my guest for dinner |
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Would you pray with me |
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Touch the hand of a sinner |
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Would you stay with me |
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My last guest for dinner |
