Woody Guthrie
21 Years
I hear that train blow, babe
She'll be here on time
To take me to prison
To serve out my time

Look down that railroad
Far as you can see
Keep right on wavin' your farewell to me

Six months have gone by, babe
I wished I was dead
Dirty old jailhouse with a floor for a bed
It's raining, it's hailing, the moon gives no light
Baby, please tell me why you never cry

I've counted the days, babe
I've counted the nights
Counted the minutes
I've counted the lights
Counted the footsteps
Counted the stars
I've counted a million of these prison bars

I counted on you, babe, to give me break
I guess you forgot, babe, I'm here for your sake
You know who's guilty, you know it too well
But I'd rot in this jailhouse before I would tell