After seven years behind these bars together
I'll miss you more than a brother when you go, when you go
If only I had not tried to escape
They'd barred me with you, I know yes I know
Won't you tell the folks back home, I'll soon be comin'
Don't let them know, I never will be free, be free
Sometimes write and tell me how they're doin'
And send a picture of mother back to me
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hardworkin' hand
And send a picture of mother if you can
I'm happy for you that you got your freedom
But stay with me just another minute or so, or so
After all this sweatin' blood together
Who'll be my fightin' partner when you go, when you go
Well the hardest time will be on Sunday mornin'
Church bells will ring on Heaven hill, Heaven hill
Please ask reverend Garrett to pray for me
And send a picture of mother if you will
Say hello to dad and shake his poor hardworkin' hand
And send a picture of mother if you can

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