Tommy Butler — Prison Song

Cold chills, prison cells Locked in, bars of steel Leave my woman tonight Just ain't feeling right Cold chills, prison cells Oh my Lord, praise him be Cold chills, prison cells Set your poor people free Locked in, bars of steel Be merciful to our accusers Leave my woman tonight They don't know what they do Just ain't feeling right Thinking you lost your senses Oh my Lord, praise him be Cold chills, prison cells What can you do when they...? Set your poor people free Locked in, bars of steel Ooh, you better collect your pieces Be merciful to our accusers Leave my woman tonight Freedom, it waits out here They don't know what they do Just ain't feeling right You don't have to go to prison Oh my Lord, praise him be Cold chills, prison cells What will it accomplish you? Set your poor people free Locked in, bars of steel Ku Klux Klan, they're laughing Be merciful to our accusers Leave my woman tonight Damning the thought of you They don't know what they do Just ain't feeling right Condemning you to your suffering Oh my Lord, praise him be Cold chills, prison cells Is that what you really want? Set your poor people free Locked in, bars of steel Prison inside a prison Be merciful to our accusers Leave my woman tonight Marking your time on walls They don't know what they do Just ain't feeling right Think you better change your motto Oh my Lord, praise him be Cold chills, prison cells Wiping away the mourn Set your poor people free Locked in, bars of steel There in the bars, let's follow Be merciful to our accusers Leave my woman tonight Tell me your days aren't done They don't know what they do Just ain't feeling right "Vengeance is mine," said the Lord