The warden said he'd mail my letter
the chaplain's waitin' by the door
tonight we'll cross the yard together
then they can't hurt me anymore
i am going over yonder
where no ghost can follow me
there's another place beyond here
where i'll be free i believe
give my radio to johnson
thibodeaux can have my fan
send my bible home to mama
call her every now and then
i suppose i got it comin'
i can't ever pay enough
all my rippin' and a runnin'
i hurt everyone i loved
the world'll turn around without me
the sun'll come up in the east
shinin' down on all of them that hate me
i hope my goin' brings 'em peace