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5719REIDSVILLE - New lyric

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  • G. Smith
    Jun 18, 2014
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      Been listening to a lot of Jamey Johnson, Eric Church, Haggard, Cash, and (old), Skynyrd, and, well,  this just sort of fell out...



      REIDSVILLE
      (c) 2014 - G. Smith (BMI)
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      They slammed that door behind me,
      And threw away the key,
      Won't no-one ever find me,
      I never will go free.

      Like every man who's in here,
      I didn't do the crime,
      But I'm paying for my sin here,
      With my freedom and my time.

      A jury of twelve angry men,
      A judge and half a chance,
      Put me underneath this pen,
      And stripes here on my pants.

      There's barb wire out my window,
      And bars upon my door.'
      My wife says she's a widow,
      And won't visit any more.

      They say the sun comes up
      Over these south Georgia hills,
      But it might as well be midnight
      In this hell they call Reidsville.

      I turned twenty-one in prison,
      And to my family's shame,
      I've ended up with nothin',
      But this number for a name

      And they say the sun comes up,
      Over these south Georgia hills;
      But it might as well be midnight,
      In this hell they call Reidsville.

      It might as well be midnight,
      In this hell they call Reidsville.

      They slammed the door behind me,
      And they threw away the key;
      Ain't no one gonna find me,
      And I never will go free.

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      As always, your thoughts, comments, critiques, and such are welcome.

      Y'all's...

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