D Well them four walls of Raiford, closing in on meA G D Doin' three to five hard labor, for armed robberyD I had two years behind, but I could not wait the timeA G D Everytime I thought about it, well I died some more insideD And I had stripes on my back, memories that hurtA G D For the only time I seen sunshine is when I hit the dirtD Diggin' ditches for the chain gang, sleepin' in the coldA G D Oh Lord please forgive me for I could not wait no moreD G And I comin' home to see you JesusD Well it feels so close this timeA Please take mercy on this soldierD From the Florida-Georgia lineG When they find me they must kill meA Oh Jesus save my soulG I can't go back down to RaifordD I can't take that anymoreD Well these last few years behind meA Oh Lord, have been so sadG D I fought proudly for my country when the times were badG Now they say I'm guilty, when they find me I must dieA D Only me and Jesus know that I never stole a dimeD A Well when Vietnam was over there was no work here for meG I had a pretty wife awaitin and two kids I had to feedD A Well I'm one of America's heroes and when they shoot me downD Won't fly old Glory proudly, put my medals in the groundD G And I comin' home to see you JesusD Well it feels so close this timeA Please take mercy on this soldierD From the Florida-Georgia lineG When they find me they must kill meA Oh Jesus save my soulG I can't go back down to RaifordD I can't take that anymore
Four Walls Of Raiford
Jamey Johnson
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