Have you heard the dogs at night Somewhere on the hill Chasing some poor criminal And I guess they re out to kill Oh there must be shackles on his feet And mother in his eyes Stumbling through the devil-dark With the hound pack in full cry
Have mercy on the criminal Who is running from the law Are you blind to the winds of change Don t you hear him any more
Praying Lord you got to help me I am never gonna sin again Just take these chains from around my legs Sweet Jesus I ll be your friend
Now have you ever seen the white teeth gleam While you lie on a cold damp ground You re taking in the face of a rifle butt While the wardens hold you down
And you ve never seen a friend in years Oh it turns your heart to stone You jump the walls and the dogs run free And the grave s gonna be your home