Death Row Blues - Eric Bibb
You might be a rich man
Living high upon the hill
Coming down to China town
Just for a thrill
I might be a prisoner
Waitin' on death row
No matter who you are
When your time has come
You gotta go
Feeling mighty lonesome
Here behind these bars
Countin' of the days
Countin' my scars
I can't tell the future
But this I know:
When my countin' days are over
I got to go
When you came to the world
They gave yourself a spoon
I was born in a shotgun sheck
On the last day of June
I'm about to leave this world
My friend without much to show
But I'm so glad I got to sing my song
Before I go
You're gonna remember my song when I go