Swing
It's a hard decision
Am I gonna leave this prison
If they tell me one more time
To get in line
I'm gonna break away
But I'm sure
That every single prison guard
That walks around this prison yard
Is gonna have a shot at me
If he sees me running for the gate
I'd be better off dead
Full of the lead
Rather than to lay one more day
Let my mind and my body rot away
In this awful place
I'd be floating way up so high
Looking down at all my buddies
Saying "You chumps, you suckers
I hope one day you can find the guts to escape"
Well you might say
"How come you're so sure Heaven's where you're going?
You ain't exactly been showing the ways of an angel"
Glory bound
I must admit you got a point
But I got a feeling
The ceiling ain't so far
And Yahweh just may want a couple words
With yours truly
So I'll be walking right up to those big pearly gates
Saying "Hey Saint Peter, ol' buddy, ol' pal
How's the family, how's work, how's the kids
What do you say?
How's about cracking those gates?
And letting a fine upstanding fellow, like myself
Join the club"
And he might say
"Ah, Mr. Avett you can save it
I ain't gonna be buying any of that lying
Jive, hustling, bald-faced, fake, conman nonsense
That you used to get by with
Down there on Earth"
And I'll say
"Come on
Surely you and God of all people oughta know
I was innocent of those crimes
I told you so, every night by myself in that cell
Surrounded by nothing but gray and quiet"
Well dear God
Maybe I should just be talking straight to you
The truth is I lost my way some where along the way
And if you got a minute, would you spend it with a sinner
Just long enough to give me some directions home