You might be a rich man
Livin' high up on the hill
Coming down to shanty town
Just for a thrill

I might be a prisoner
Waitin' on death row
No matter who you are
When your time has come
You gotta go

Feelin' mighty lonesome
Here behind these bars
Countin' off the days
Countin' my scars

I can't tell the future
But this I know
When my countin' days are over
I gotta go

You came to the world
They gave you a silver spoon
I was born in a shotgun shack
On the last day of June
I'm about to leave this world, my friend
Without much to show
But I'm so glad I gotta sing my song
Before I go

You're gonna remember my song
When I go