Blue Mountain Penitentiary
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Been housing sin for centuries
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I am just a number, not a name
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And you wear a gun and hold the keys
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But you¡¯ve always been good to me
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Only see the man and not the shame
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And I haven¡¯t seen my wife in years
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Last memory is her in tears
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Wonder if she¡¯ll even come tonight
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There¡¯s something that she doesn¡¯t know
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She needs to hear before I go
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Could you tell her I¡¯m alright
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Would you pray with me
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Touch the hand of a sinner
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Would you stay with me
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And be my guest for dinner
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Looks like this is my dyin¡¯ day
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They tell me that¡¯s the only way
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I¡¯ll ever see the other side again
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But they don¡¯t know who¡¯s been in here
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Every day the last three years
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Yes, sir, I¡¯m the one who let Him in
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And He comes and sits down in my chair
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Weeping, breathing this same air
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And opens up His hands
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Reminds me that He walked this mile
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Suffered for a little while
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And made me an innocent man
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Would you pray with me
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Touch the hand of a sinner
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Would you stay with me
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My last guest for dinner
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Dyin' Day
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Brandon Heath |