and as I got of the train way down in New Orleans I grabbed my hat, I put on my coat reached for my spliff, yeah I had myself a little smoke, yeah
{Chorus} I was sentenced, living in detention sentenced, living in detention
and now I’m locked up in jail I spend my days in a cold dark prison cell I rest alone, I watch myself grow old and I don’t deserve this, I just want to go home
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I should have known when I shot the man dead there would be a bounty, a bounty for my dead, yeah well I don’t care that that young mans dead I’m just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head
I’ve been talking in my sleep I’ve been waking in my dreams I’ve been living in the past my good old faith is dead