Lyrics:

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 dark
With the hound pack in full cry

Have mercy on the criminal
Who is running from the law
Are you blind to the winds of change?
Don't you hear him anymore?

Saying, 'Lord you gotta help me
Now I am never gonna sin again
Take these chains from around my legs
Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend'

Now have you ever seen the white teeth gleam
While you lie on a cold damp ground?
Taking in the face of a rifle butt
While the wardens hold you down

And you've never seen a friend in years
Oh it turns your heart to stone
You jump the wall and the dogs run free
And the grave gonna be your home

Have mercy on the criminal
Who is running from the law
Are you blind to the winds of change?
Don't you hear him anymore?

Saying, 'Lord you gotta help me
Now I am never gonna sin again
Take these chains from around my legs
Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend'

Have mercy on the criminal
Who is running from the law
Are you blind to the winds of change?
Don't you hear him anymore?

Saying, 'Lord you gotta help me
Now I am never gonna sin again
Take these chains from around my legs
Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend'

Somewhere on the hill?
Chasing some poor criminal