Dyin' Day

Blue Mountain Penitentiary

Been housing sin for centuries

I am just a number, not a name

And you wear a gun and hold the keys

But you’ve always been good to me

Only see the man and not the shame

And I haven’t seen my wife in years

Last memory is her in tears

Wonder if she’ll even come tonight

There’s something that she doesn’t know

She needs to hear before I go

Could you tell her I’m alright

Would you pray with me

Touch the hand of a sinner

Would you stay with me

And be my guest for dinner

Looks like this is my dyin’ day

They tell me that’s the only way

I’ll ever see the other side again

But they don’t know who’s been in here

Every day the last three years

Yes, sir, I’m the one who let Him in

And He comes and sits down in my chair

Weeping, breathing this same air

And opens up His hands

Reminds me that He walked this mile

Suffered for a little while

And made me an innocent man

Would you pray with me

Touch the hand of a sinner

Would you stay with me

My last guest for dinner