| I was fresh out of the service
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| It was back in '82
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| I raised some Cain when I come back to town
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| I left to be all I could be Come home without a clue
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| Now, I married Dawn and had to settle down
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| So I hired on at the prison
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| Guess I always knew I would
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| Just like my dad and both my uncles done
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| And I worked on every cell block now
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| 'N things were goin' good
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| But then they transferred me to Ellis Unit One
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| Swing low
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| Swing low
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| Swing low and carry me home
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| Well, my daddy used to talk about them long nights at the walls
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| And how they used to strap 'em in the chair
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| The kids down from the college and they’d bring their beer 'n all
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| 'N when the lights went out, a cheer rose in the air
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| Well, folks just got too civilized
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| Sparky’s gatherin' dust
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| 'Cause no one wants to touch a smokin' gun
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| And since they got the injection
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| They don’t mind as much, I guess
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| They just put 'em down at Ellis Unit One
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| Swing low
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| Swing low
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| Swing low and carry me home
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| Well, I’ve seen 'em fight like lions, boys
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| I’ve seen 'em go like lambs
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| And I’ve helped to drag 'em when they could not stand
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| And I’ve heard their mamas cryin' when they heard that big door slam
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| And I’ve seen the victim’s family holdin' hands
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| Last night I dreamed that I woke up with straps across my chest
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| And something cold and black pullin' through my lungs
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| 'N even Jesus couldn’t save me though I know he did his best
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| But he don’t live on Ellis Unit One
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| Swing low
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| Swing low
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| Swing low and carry me home
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| Swing low
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| Don’t let go Swing low and carry me home |