Prison Song

Carlton Williams

Compositor: Tommy Butler

Cold chills, prison cells
Locked in, bars of steel
Leave my woman tonight
Just ain't feeling right

Oh my lord, praise him be (cold chills, prison cells)
Set your poor people free (locked in, bars of steel)
Be merciful to our abusers (leave my woman tonight)
They don't know what they do (just ain't feeling right)

Thinking you lost your senses (oh my lord, praise him be)
What can you do when they? (Set your poor people free)
Ooh, you better collect your pieces (be merciful to our abusers)
Freedom, it waits out here (they don't know what they do)

Don't have to go to prison (oh my lord, praise him be)
But will it accomplish you? (Set your poor people free)
Ku Klux Klan, they're laughing (be merciful to our abusers)
Damning the thought of you (they don't know what they do)

Condemning you to your suffering (oh my lord, praise him be)
Is that what you really want? (Set your poor people free)
Prison, it's all a prison (be merciful to our abusers)
Marking your time on walls (they don't know what they do)

Think you better change your motto (oh my lord, praise him be)
Wiping away the mourn (set your poor people free)
There in the bars, let's follow (be merciful to our abusers)
Tell me your days aren't done (they don't know what they do)

Vengeance is mine, said the Lord