Have you heard the dogs at night,
Somewhere on the hill.
Chasing some poor criminal,
And I guess they're out to kill.
Oh, there must be shackles, on his feet,
And mother, in his eyes, stumbling through the devil
Have mercy on the criminal,
With the hound pack in full cry.
Who is running from the law,
Are you blind to the
Winds of change?
Don't you hear him any more?
I am never gonna sin again. Praying Lord you gotta help me,
Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend.
Just take, these chains
From around my legs, Now have you ever seen
You're taking in the face of a rifle butt,
The white teeth gleam,
While you lie on a
Cold damp ground.
And you're never seen a friend in years,
While the wardens hold you down.
You jump the walls,
Oh, it turns your heart to stone.
And the grave's gonna be your homeAnd the dogs run free,.
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