Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Guitar
Adam Steffey
Adam Steffey
Mandolin
Barry Bales
Barry Bales
Upright Bass
Ron Stewart
Ron Stewart
Fiddle
Justin Moses
Justin Moses
Dobro
Sharon White
Sharon White
Baritone
Cheryl White
Cheryl White
Tenor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Gateley
Robert Gateley
Composer
Ken Jones
Ken Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Tyminski
Dan Tyminski
Recording Engineer
Bill Wolf
Bill Wolf
Mastering Engineer
Neal Cappellino
Neal Cappellino
Recording Engineer
Tim Austin
Tim Austin
Recording Engineer
Gary Paczosa
Gary Paczosa
Recording Engineer
Sarah Emily Parish
Sarah Emily Parish
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

It was late one night in the heart of town I was drinking all alone Ran out of cash when I paid my tabs so I headed home The night was black, the air was thick as I wandered passed a barn Then a shot bring in and I heard a scream beside me in the dark Afraid that maybe I'd be next I started to run Just as fast as my feet would go into the barrel of a gun The lawman's light was blinding me, he said why'd you do it son Two weeks later in the criminal court I was up on murder one Maybe some early morning In a pasture of green Beside the still water I'll awake from this dream,this terrible dream Well, I sat there in the courtroom as the tears ran down my face A guilty man is free somewhere and they put me in his place The jury ran the verdict and the judge called out my name He said young man you'll spend your life wearing the ball and chain I'm staring at the ceiling as I lay here on my bed Fourteen long and lonely years it's where I laid my head Behind these cold gray prison walls time sure passes slow And I guess if I die tomorrow I'd still got a life to go Maybe some early morning In a pasture of green Beside the still water I'll awake from this dream,this terrible dream A man who's lost his vision will live and die alone In the cold walls of this prison my heart has turned to stone The lights are growing dimmer as I take my final breath I can smell the air of freedom as I close my eyes in death Maybe some early morning In a pasture of green Beside the still water I'll awake from this dream,this terrible dream
Writer(s): Kenny Jones, Robert Gateley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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