I don't want nobody to see me die, I don't wanna see my Mother shake and cry.
I don't want nobody watching over me...except for the governor if he sets me free.
Nothing seems worse than the firing line, but a lethal injection to the nerve of my spine.
Sometimes I feel so sick inside, sometimes I sit in my cell and cry.
I knew it was wrong when I k**ed that man, with a smoking revolver set in my right hand.
But, you know he had it coming when I took his life...he was down at the motel 6...so was my wife.
In came the preacher I said, 'save my soul', and he said, 'I can't do that son but I know who will,
the stories your Mama told, you know they're true, about the Man who died because of folks like you.~...
You wanna save your soul you wanna be set free? Then put your hand on the man who came from Gallilee.'
I said, 'preacher that sounds awful swell, but there's one sure thing...I'm going to hell!'