Didn't believe in The Bible
Didn't believe the Good Book
Lord, Lord, please, help me
Help me take a look
These chains that I'm wearing
Really ain't my style
Lord, Lord, please, help me
Help me think awhile
I know that I did something wrong
I got into bad ways
Well, the judge, yes, he put me down
For five thousand days
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don't know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don't know what to do
The cell I'm in is only six feet wide
And six feet to the roof
There's a window that's strung with only three bars
Singing me the truth
Fifty and seventy don't seem right
Seventy ain't my age
When I leave this place with a new face
It's to turn another new page
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don't know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don't know what to do
Didn't believe in The Bible
Didn't believe the Good Book
Well, now Lord, Lord, please, help me
Help me take a look
These chains that I'm wearing
Well, they really ain't my style
Well, now Lord, Lord please, help me
Help me think awhile
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don't know what to do
Falling, falling, falling over you
Calling, calling, I don't know what to do