From the Cell Door to the Gallows

Song	From the Cell Door to the Gallows
Artist	William Elliott Whitmore
Album	Hymns for the Hopeless

	作词 : Whitmore
	Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession
	and it broke the night air like a china plate
	And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection
	and the devil was at the front gate
	And just when you wish that you were dead
	Oh may the light shine down upon your head
	Well, it's a long walk from the cell door to the gallows
	It's a long walk for a prisoner to take
	And when your last resort is pray to the lord
	that the noose is weak enough to break
	Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down
	Oh shine down upon my head
	Well there's certain things you just can't escape from
	No matter how far and how fast you decide to run
	And when the last thing to take has been taken
	And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue

	zuò cí : Whitmore
	Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession
	and it broke the night air like a china plate
	And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection
	and the devil was at the front gate
	And just when you wish that you were dead
	Oh may the light shine down upon your head
	Well, it' s a long walk from the cell door to the gallows
	It' s a long walk for a prisoner to take
	And when your last resort is pray to the lord
	that the noose is weak enough to break
	Oh shine, shine, shine, shine, shine down
	Oh shine down upon my head
	Well there' s certain things you just can' t escape from
	No matter how far and how fast you decide to run
	And when the last thing to take has been taken
	And the last prayer has rolled off your tongue