Prison Song - Carlton Williams

Lyrics by：Tommy Butler

Composed by：Tommy Butler

Cold chills prison cells

Locked in bars of steel

Leave my woman tonight

Just ain't feeling right

Oh my Lord praise cells

Set your poor people free

Be merciful to our abusers

They don't know what they do

Thinking you lost your senses

Oh my Lord praise him be

What can you do when they

Set your poor people free

Ooh you better collect your pieces

Be merciful to our abusers

Freedom it waits out here

They don't know what they do

Don't have to go to prison

Oh my Lord praise him be

But will it accomplish you

Set your poor people free

Ku Klux Klan they're laughing

Be merciful to our abusers

D**ning the thought of you

They don't know what they do

Condemning you to your suffering

Oh my Lord praise him be

Is that what you really want

Set your poor people free

Prison it's all a prison

Be merciful to our abusers

Marking your time on walls

They don't know what they do

Think you better change your motto

Oh my Lord praise him be

Wiping away the mourn

Set your poor people free

There in the bars let's follow

Be merciful to our abusers

Tell me your days aren't done

They don't know what they do

Vengeance is mine said the Lord