William Elliott Whitmore From The Cell Door To The Gallows
Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession and it broke
the night air like a giant waveAnd 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
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