There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge's gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said "I ain't spending my life here
I ain't living alone
Ain't breaking no rocks on the chain gang
I'm breakin' out and headin' home
“I'm standing here, looking at your photograph. I can't believe I'm all alone and you're not coming back. On and on, we rode the storm. I sometimes wish, I'd never been born, alone here, crying out for love…”