Prison Shoe Romp

Are ya listenin' boy the man he hung see

You've heard it said that's what he done for me

Did ya hear that girl - the man he calls your name

You best go to him it's he not me can loose your chains

Then we'll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes

We'll walk an walk away our blues

Ida done better

From cradle to coffin

In between there's just to much walkin'

I ain't no odd man out - junk hiding junk

I ain't nothin' to speak of

Just put it in the back an leave it off the rack

No I ain't what you're used to

Did ya taste that boy

That blood is as sweet as wine

Yeh I got it on me all the time

We'll do some runnin' too

You me an Ruby-Lu

Spin black blades an I'll unwind

Just let me go to sleep the Lord my soul to keep

Don't talk just keep it on your mind

Can't you see that sun shinin' in your face has the same

He came an took your place

But you don't give a rip an down to hell you slip

You squack and squack

Boy you lost your grip