Walking down death row
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I sang for three men destined for the chair
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Walking down death row
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I sang of lives and loves in other years
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Walking down death row
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I sang of hopes that used to be
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Through the bars
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Into each separate cell
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I sang for one and two and three
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"If you'd only only stuck together
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You'd not be here
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If you could've loved each other's lives
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You'd not be sitting here
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And if only this you could believe
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You still might, you might still be reprieved"
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Walking down death row
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I turned the corner and found to my surprise
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There were women there as well
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With babies in their arms before my eyes
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Walking down death row
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I tried once more to sing of hopes that used to be
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But the thought of that contraption down the hall
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Waiting for whole families
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One dozen, two, or three
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"If you'd only stuck together
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You'd not be here
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If you could've loved another's child as well as yours
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You'd not be sitting here
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And if only this you could believe
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You still might, you might still be reprieved"
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Walking down death row
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I concentrated, singing to the young
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I sang of hopes that flickered still
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I tried to mouth their many separate tongues
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Walking down death row
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I sang of life and love that still might be
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Singing, singing down death row
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To each separate human cell
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One billion, two, or three
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"If we'd only stick together
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We'd not be here
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If we could learn to love each other's lives
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We'd not be sitting here
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And if only this you would believe
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We still might, we might still be reprieved"
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Walking Down Death Row
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| Steve Earle |
