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Lyricist: Bobby Womack
Lyrics:
Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na I've served time three long years in Arkansas State Prison Want to hear all about it? Come sit down and listen Slaved away Pickin' cotton 'til I thought my back was breakin' Three meals a day All I ate was black eyed peas and long cold cornbread 'Twas a nightmare The time I spent there More than once, I felt a clammy hand upon my shoulder Mr. Death was Telling me that I'd never get a minute older I was a man I refused to bring along with Memphis Red I buffered the guards Bad entries Better, better left unsaid He insisted But I resisted He wouldn't stop I grabbed a shovel, and I opened up his head! He wouldn't stop I grabbed a shovel and I opened up his head! All the guards took a good look at what I'd done At what I'd done Then they said 'Say your price boy, your race has done been the run Just for kicks' They set me free, and they brought the dogs to hunt me down And then the rains came Hid my scent And my hiding place was never found I was one that they never found Ooh, I was one that they never found No one knows how many they list as missin' Oh, I lie in deep in the fields of Arkansas State Prison I was one that they never found
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