Sentenced

And as I got off the train

Way down in New Orleans

I grab my hat, I put on my coat

Reach for my spliff yeah, I had myself a little smoke, yeah

I was sentenced

Living in a dungeon

Sentenced

Living in a dungeon

And now I'm locked up in jail

And I spend my days in a cold, dark prison cell

I rest alone, I watch myself grow old

And I don't deserve this, Well, I just wanna go home

I was sentenced

Living in a dungeon

Sentenced

Living in a dungeon

I should have known, when I shot the man dead

There'd be a bounty, a bounty for my head

Well I don't care that that young man's dead

I'm just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head

And I've been walking in my sleep

I've been waking in my dreams

I've been living in the past

My food don't pay this debt

I was sentenced

Living in a dungeon

Sentenced

Living in a dungeon

I was sentenced

Living in a dungeon

Sentenced

Living in a dungeon