My name is billy austin
Im twenty-nine years old
I was born in oklahoma
Quarter cherokee Im told
Dont remember oklahoma
Been so long since I left home
Seems like Ive always been in prison
Like Ive always been alone
Didnt mean to hurt nobody
Never thought Id cross that line
I held up a filling station
Like Id done a hundred times
The kid done like I told him
He lay face down on the floor
Guess Ill never know what made me
Turn and walk back through that door
The shot rang out like thunder
My ears rang like a bell
No one came runnin
So I called the cops myself
Took their time to get there
And I guess I coulda run
I knew I should be feeling something
But I never shed tear one
I didnt even make the papers
cause I only killed one man
But my trial was over quickly
And then the long hard wait began
Court appointed lawyer
Couldnt look me in the eye
He just stood up and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die
Now my waitins over
As the final hour drags by
I aint about to tell you
That I dont deserve to die
But theres twenty-seven men here
Mostly black, brown and poor
Most of em are guilty
Who are you to say for sure?
So when the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off all my hair
Could you take that long walk with me
Knowing hell is waitin there
Could you pull that switch yourself sir
With a sure and steady hand
Could you still tell youself
That youre better than I am
My name is billy austin
Im twenty-nine years old
I was born in oklahoma
Quarter cherokee Im told