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I sit in my cell and look out
but nothing is the same anymore
I hear the rhythmic beat of the carpenter
sentenced to be hanged, I was
It is 39 steps from the gallows to my cell
where I'm locked up from morning to night
convicted for a crime I didn't commit
but no one understood that
THERE ARE 39 STEPS
BETWEEN THE GALLOW AND MY CELL
THERE ARE 39 STEPS
BETWEEN DEATH AND ME
I was Private Smith in the Southern Army
but I didn't want to be in any more
fired my uniform and threw away my rifle
and now I'm locked up here
I was sentenced to death as a deserter
but the same thing again I gladly do
with the noose proudly around my neck
with the noose proudly around my neck
THERE ARE 39 STEPS
BETWEEN THE GALLOW AND MY CELL
THERE ARE 39 STEPS
BETWEEN DEATH AND ME