Lightning
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These four walls of Fort Worth,
Are closin' in on me.
My final meter's over,
An' they're gonna set me free.
I can feel the fires a-burnin',
As the devil guards my door.
I hit my knees in search of Jesus,
On a cold jailhouse floor.
Lord, now I'm singin': "Get me out of here."
I see the preacher's eyes,
As my daughter cries,
When they strap me in this chair.
Lord, I hope she forgives me,
For livin' my life this way.
Tonight I ride the lightning,
To my final judgement day.
Every life owes a debt:
That's what the Bible says.
I owe mine to this State,
For shootin' that boy to death.
A liquor store at ten:
He was reachin' for his gun.
Well, now his Momma sits there smilin',
As the bar shifts: roll on, one.
An' now I'm singin': "Get me out of here."
I see the preacher's eyes,
As my daughter cries,
When they strap me in this chair.
Lord, I hope she forgives me,
For leavin' her this way.
Tonight I ride the lightning,
To my final restin' place.
A hungry blue-eyed baby cryin',
Made me rob that store.
An' as that boy lay there dyin',
I dropped my pistol on the floor.
Yeah, I'd take it all back but there's nothin' I can do.
They've covered my face,
An the order's gone through,
As the bar shifts: roll on, two.
Now I'm flyin',
Up an' out of here.
I close my eyes an' slowly rise,
Let my body leave this chair.
Lord I hope you forgive me,
For livin' my life this way.
Yeah, tonight I ride the lightning,
To my final restin' place.
These four walls of Fort Worth,
Are closin' in on me.
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