Ninety-Nine Years

The court room was crowded the judge waited there
My mother was crying when I left the chair
The sentence was sharp folks it cut like a knife
For ninety-nine years is almost for life

I dreamed of the whistle and I heard the bell ring
My Sweetheart was coming some good news to bring
I knew that she loved me and that she’d be true
And said she would save me Im as guiltless as you

She went for a pardon or else a parole
I know she’d come back for she has part of my soul
If she ever fails me I’ll feel mighty blue
I’ll stay in this jail-house I’ll die in here to

They said I was guilty and to my dispair
They sent me to Nashville and shaved off my hair
So com hear my story I’ll tell you my fate
Im serving in Nashville for another man’s hate.

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