Here the Shots Ring out, cll through the night.
Here comes Jimi Valentine in his worried fright
See's the white man laying in his blood
Oh, My, God.

He tells a story like a whirlwind, man who shot that boy?
stands behind the courtroom line, his tears begin to fall
the judge and jury don't believe none, they gave him life

They put him in a jail cell,
the years go by and now he's getting old
these four walls will always be his home
time moves slow

Bravery struck this man, he devised a plan
I'm gonna bust this place I can't take it anymore
a table spoon in his dirty hand
digs right through

He waited all night till the time was right
the guards are sleeping now it was time to go
he crawled down through the cold dark hole
run boy, run

He's on the road now, he's heading home
hopped on a freight train watch him as he goes
headed off to a distant land
catch me if you can

He's on his own now, time to start a life
eyes are focused down the narrow path of life
got a job down at the sugar mill
nine to five

Lets change the mood now, cuz' life's alright
I married me a wife and her kids they call me papa
I sing this song because I made it home
home sweet home

I sing this song because I made it home...