Oh what I'd give to be with my Mary
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To hold her close and walk again through meadows green
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To see again the tender love light shining from her eyes
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To walk among the ones I love but jailbirds can't fly
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Oh what I'd give to see my old dad and mom
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It seems that I can hear them saying hurry home my son
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I can feel the soft lips of my Mary as we kissed goodbye
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I long to fly straight to her arms but jailbirds can't fly
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No it can't be no not for me these walls are too high and jailbirds can't fly
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Tomorrow when dawn comes and they sat me in that chair
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Soon I'll be with my Mary but I'll no longer care
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Then they'll place me on that big silver plane that sails the homeward skies
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But from the walls of that pinebox jailbirds can't fly
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No it can't be no not for me these walls are too high and jailbirds can't fly
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Jailbirds Can't Fly
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Tommy Cash |