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Eric Bibb
death row blues
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You might be a rich man, living high upon the hill,
coming down to China town, just for a thrill.
I might be a prisoner, waitin' on death row.
No matter who you are,
when your time has come,
you gotta go.
Feeling mighty lonesome, here behind these bars.
Countin' of the days, countin' my scars.
I can't tell the future, but this I know:
When my countin' days are over, I got to go.
When you came to the world, they gave yourself a spoon.
I was born in a shotgun shed, on the last day of June.
I'm about to leave this world, my friend, without much to show.
But I'm so glad I got to sing my song, before I go.
You're gonna remember my song, when I go.
- Álbum:
- Migration Blues
- Me To You
- Blues People
- Jericho Road
- Deeper In The Well
- Brothers in Bamako
- Miscellaneous
- Natural Light
- Booker’s Guitar (Bonus Track Version)
- Booker’s Guitar
- Troubadour Live
- Friends
- Cambridge Folk Festival - Celebrating 50 Years
- Eric Bibb In 50 Songs
- Even Better Than The Disco Thing
- An Evening With Eric Bibb
- Roadworks
- Diamond Days
- Live à FIP
- Spirit & the Blues