Now these four walls of Raiford closing in on me.
Doing three to five hard labor for armed robbery.
I put two years well behind me, but I could not wait the time
For everytime I thought about it, Lord I died some more inside.
And they put stripes on my back. Memories of hurt.
And I'm coming home to see my Jesus.
Lord, it feels so close this time.
Please have mercy on a soldier from the Georgia-Florida mines.
When they find me they must kill me.
Oh Jesus save my soul. I can't go back down to Raiford.
I can't take that anymore.
When Vietnam was over there was no work here for me.