(R.J. Johnson/Owens)
I can`t get used to waiting in this cement room
all night long I`ll dig to China with my silver spoon
I didn`t kill that man I called it self defense
now I watch the world go by through a twelve foot barbed wire fence
at night I pray that you`ll be true
and though I`m locked away my heart belongs to you
in a New York minute I`d break through these prison walls
in a New York minute I`ll be gone
forty years, ten months, three weeks and four days
twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn
soon I`ll break through
I`ll find a Greyhound home to you
no more broken bones and frozen toes and dosey does
with my man Joe I love him so and if I find the time I`d let him know
at night I pray that you`ll be true
and though I`m locked away my heart belongs to you
in a New York minute I`d break through these prison walls
in a New York minute I`ll be gone
forty years, ten months, three weeks and four days
twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn
twenty hours, six minutes and thirteen seconds to burn